The Cure

A medical condition can hurt a girl in the most vulnerable place -- her confidence.
And hurting a girls confidence?
This girl isn't going to recover anytime soon.

Three years after being diagnosed with the unattractive, torturous tourettes, an impulsive action that must be done or the person gets wildly uncomfortable and stressed, Thalia is still searching desperately for something to reduce the impulse.
But it's harder than you think when the antidote is being calm - and in a world Thalia thinks is against her, she battles to keep her head above the waves of a storm she'd been expecting for so long: but an unexpected person changes all of that, and Thalia finds everything she's worked so hard to build up, to protect herself until she's cured, come crumbling down around her.
And then somebody tries to kill her.

Based on true medical issues.


18. The Final Call

The warning light flashed once.


Three times.

And then it paused.

Repeated it again: One. Two. Three.


One. Two. Three.

Thalia remembered what the detective said about the lights.

One meant fire.

Two meant power outage.

Three times?

Somebody broke in.


However, Thalia didn't need the lights to tell her this: the ghostly figure at the end of the corridor told her all she needed to know.

The man had found her.

He was going to kill her.

Thalia threw herself back from the door, and to her bed on the opposite of the door to the door. Hastily, she searched for somewhere to hide, but in custody, that's what they tried not to let you do.


There was nowhere to go.

Only one entrance and exit, and that was the door the man was approaching. The bed had been filled underneath so she couldn't hide under there; the cupboard was a silly little thing, that would barely fit her arm in, let alone her whole body.
And the bathroom?

It had to do.

She dived at the door, and slammed it shut behind her as a shadow fell forwards, and the man reached her door.

With her heart in her ears, Thalia leant heavily up against the bathroom door, and her eyes darted over everything in the room, seeking for somewhere to go.

But there was only a toilet and sink in here.

She couldn't exactly flush herself away.

On shaking legs, Thalia stole herself a second to compose herself, and the silence was horrible.

Was he gone?

Did he pass her room without another glance?

Was he really here to kill her?

There was plenty of other people in here that he could be looking for ... It didn't always have to be her, did it?

The door flew open in the room she was previously in, and Thalia let out a petrified cry as she heard the door clatter against the wall.

It had been blown off it's hinges ...

What kind of madman blows a door off?

And then Thalia remembered that her door had an automatic lock in emergencies, and it didn't seem like all such a bad idea ... except that it was her door, and the man was now definitely here to kill her.

Thalia put her whole weight up against the door as loud, deliberate footsteps echoed around the room.

Thalia hummed.

And then they stopped.

And just in time, Thalia threw herself from the bathroom door just as it was, also, blown off it's hinges, and it came full speed at her.

Thalia got knocked down, just about missing smashing her teeth on the basin; and rolled, dazed, to face her attacker.

And at the time Dr Grant lifted the dagger, and readied to bring it down, did another figure attack, and Thalia passed out in fright.




Dr Grant had tried to kill her.

He was her murderer all along.

The one that got others to take the photos.

To pedo over her.

To torture her and Alec.

And the worse thing about it?

He has the medical condition to blame.

And maybe ...

Thalia breathed in deeply as her eyes snatched onto the pristine, little envelop on the side.

Inside of that would be if Dr Grant was innocent or guilty.

If he was drugged into doing this like Alec ... or if he is clearly just crazy ...

Thalia didn't know what was worse.

Him actually trying to kill her, or the man drugging another person she loved, and was still out there, still ready to kill her.


With her heart in her feet, Thalia reached out, and took the envelop in both hands.
It was heavy, and it seemed to take an awful lot of energy to turn it over in her grip, and to stare at the seal.

Her mouth was desert dry; her head light, weak. The room spun around her as she slowly, carefully started to peel the envelop open, and open it up to reveal what it said.

Thalia took a deep breath in, and her eyes snatched onto the words scrawled on the page.

And the whole world crumbled around her.

He was innocent.

He was drugged.

The man wanting to kill her was still out there ...

And at that exact moment, there was a low rapping noise on the window behind her.

But not of a hand against glass.

A metal scraping against the material, more like.

An object like a knife ...

And that was what it was.

A knife.

A blade.

And before Thalia could retaliate, the person threw it.

And as Thalia's sunk to her knees moments later, Paul, Alec's Dad, stepped away from the window, and laughed. A laugh so full of joy and excitement that it sparked fear in anybody who could hear it again.

He moved swiftly away from the house a second later, and towards the car loitering in the road.

He popped the boot of the car, and dragged out the half conscious boy, hauled him back towards Thalia's house, laid him beside her body, with the murder weapon swiped clean of his fingerprints, replaced with the boy's instead, and rested it in his hand.

Then he returned and laid Flou beside the other girl.

He stepped back to admire his work.

Thalia, dead, with the knife wound in her stomach.

Flou, with a broken, bloody nose, knocked senseless.

His son, Alec, unharmed (apart from previous bruises and wounds), drugged, with the murder weapon, poised as the killer.

And when the police found the bodies several hours later, they flew straight to the conclusion Paul had lead them to: that Alec had caused all this chaos. Alec was soon imprisoned, with the guilty conscious of being told he had been drinking, had killed his girlfriend, and had had his little sister hospitalized, and her scheduled to be relocated in the world for her own safety, and Paul had gotten away with it.

And he spent the rest of his years grieving over his beautiful Thalia, dead, and he couldn't remember doing it. And wishing that Flou was still with him, and that his two stunning girls were with him.

A viscous end for all three of them, it was in this story ...


However, that is not the story I'm telling.

I'm telling the one up to the part where Paul murdered Thalia.

And this is where the twist it.

The alcoholic missed the younger girl.

But Dr Grant didn't miss Paul.

And the abusive father Alec had grown up with, was killed instantly by Thalia's mad doctor, who was still slightly drugged from previous experiences with Paul, and Alec had to watch from the sidelines, gripping his younger sister's hand as the plan she had described to them hours before, fell into place, and their dad was killed brutally in front of them.

And all the times he had hurt them, fell into place and Alec couldn't look away, couldn't stop himself from wishing it to happen quicker because, strangely enough for Alec, he found no enjoyment in watching his dad die.

He found no madness in the death, just sorrow and revenge, and hatred, and - and, sadness.

And he really shouldn't have felt pitiful for him, but he did.

And then Thalia slipped her hand into his other hand, and the emotions were gone.

He looked at his girlfriend for a long time, and then, hauled her into a tight, furious embrace as the other story seemed to edge into his mind.

And as the Police sirens wailed in the distance, they all gripped onto one another, and wished of a life where tourettes and bi-polar was the worst that had happened to them ...

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