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.


8. The Visions

"Take my hand."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'll freak out."
"You haven't before."

"Oh, you should see me on the inside ..."

Flou shot her brother a filthy look as Alec tried to grab for Thalia's hand again.

"Alec! Leave her alone!" She snapped, and it was a funny sight to see the older boy step back quickly, and obey the eleven year old.

Thalia raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

Instead, she looked to Flou, who was staring at her, wide eyed, almost petrified.

And then she offered her a shy smile.

"I'm sorry." She smiled. "I'm sorry that you die."
"Hey, we're all going to go at one point, aren't we? Might go out with a bang, and a murder case, eh?" Flou's eyebrows crinkled together, and Alec shot Thalia a warning look; so the older girl shut her mouth, and just waited.

Finally, Flou extended a hand, and she looked awkward, slightly upset.

"I'm sorry," She repeated. "But I need to hold your hand." Thalia grimaced, but after a second, stuck it out. Flou's hand was gentle and small in her grip, but her grasp was hard, firm, like her brothers. And as soon as their skin connected, Flou closed her eyes: and a strange force rippled through the two girls bodies.

And then, Thalia's body went stiff, and she was thrown into a new world, almost instantly, the last image from the real world was Alec biting his nails, watching them like a hawk.

Then Thalia was suddenly in the third person, watching herself cross the street hurriedly.

It was a weird sensation, watching yourself. And Thalia felt the emotions of her real life body, and the other girl's surge across her body so quickly, she didn't know what one belonged to what.

She faintly recalled what the street was called her doppelganger was jogging down, Two Mann Lane. Her school was at the end of the road, to the right, however, Thalia took a left, and came up by the park. She moved quickly for someone who normally took things slow, just to double check she wouldn't have to meet anybody: and into the playground.

She spotted Flou instantly. The younger girl was lying on the floor, and she looked dead.

Yet, although the real Thalia crumpled, and found herself almost close to tears, the other Thalia's emotions were calm, and seemed to be soothing.

She continued to move, and then she threw herself beside the younger girl, but not in distraught. She placed her ear to her lips, waited for a few seconds, and then yanked back, pulling the younger girl into her lap. She started to stroke down her hair, a movement that the real Thalia felt numb and pained all at the same time. The younger girl's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Thalia.

There were tears in her eye; and the other Thalia sighed, and wiped at the ones that escaped, with her thumb.

"He's gone," Flou whimpered. "He went after him. He's - he's gone -"

And the scenery was changing.

Subconsciously, Thalia could hear Flou grunting, and trying to spin through the future quickly, like a picture book.

The scenery changed three times, before Flou finally came to a halt again, and she felt the younger girl's contentment.

"I haven't seen this one before," Her voice was faint, and Thalia breathed in sharply, trying to respond, but she couldn't. Her eyes were still blinded by the piercing white that came between the changing of the future: and then it rested on a room, her bedroom, with her in there as well.

And Alec.

And it wasn't a view for PG viewers.

Thalia was pinned down on her bed, underneath Alec, and at first sight, she thought Alec was trying to kill her, like he'd done many a times, and fear pricked up in her stomach. She tried to move forwards and stop him, but then she got attacked by the tidal wave of the other Thalia's emotions, and got thrown off course.

She could feel the lust building from her stomach; light headed, desperation, excitement and the scared all at the same time; new emotions taking over her fear.

And she could feel something against her body, that was a little too personal for her liking.

Curiously, Thalia inspected her other and Alec, and then she saw their mouths pressed firmly together.

And it clicked into place.

They were making out.

The other Thalia ran her hands up over the other Alec's shoulders, and tangled her hands in his hair, tugging slightly at it; and Alec responded with a grunt, kissing her harder, grinding against her hips. Thalia gasped at the same time her twin did, as they both felt the sensation; and then Alec was moving down to her neck, leaving gentle butterfly kisses against the nape of her neck.

The feeling of his skin against her own didn't panic her as it would've normally.

In fact, it felt right.

Wrong in so many ways that she was making out with Alec of all people, but just so right at the same time.


With a deep groan that sent every nerve in Thalia's body spiraling out of control, Alec started to suck on the soft part of her neck, and other Thalia's body arched up in response, and she whimpered. Alec purred slightly in response; Thalia's other's eyes were closed, and she looked peaceful for once, in all of the wrong ways.

And then Alec slowly took hold of her trousers, and started to tug them down.

From third person, Thalia gasped as the lust hit her hard: and then the scene changed.

But Thalia broke free of the younger girls grip in real life and staggered away, to aside, nearly falling over the many beer cans that rested there.

She spluttered for a few seconds as Flou slowly opened her eyes, and fixed a long look at Thalia. But even she looked flustered, and she was laughing.

Thalia's cheeks flushed a bright red, and she looked everywhere but at Alec. However, he was getting worried, and he moved towards her quickly.

"Thalia? What happened? Are you okay?" He tried to rest a hand on her arm, but she slapped it away.

"Don't touch me!" She gasped. She was short of breath, she realised. Probably not a good sign: and she was still full of the last emotions.

She blushed harder as Flou grinned at her as she struggled to get her hormones under-control.

"The near future looks positive," She giggled, and Thalia shielded her face with her hands, in embarrassment. Alec stuck his hand out quickly towards his little sister.

"Show me -"
"No -" Thalia shook her head. "Don't show him. It's my future." Flou giggled.

"But it's not just yours, is it? It's h-"

"Flou!" The younger girl continued to grin mockingly over at her, and for a good few minutes, Thalia forgot that she was going to die, and her body fueled on the desire of Alec until it was too much, and she had to revert to asking for something to drink to take her mind off of it.

Now, clutching her water, sitting on the sofa, she glanced sheepishly across to Alec.

He was staring at her so intensely, that she flinched slightly, and dropped her gaze.

"So what do we do about me dying?" She finally asked.

That made Flou stop smiling; and the younger girl fidgeted for a few seconds. And then she nudged her brother hard.

"I didn't get to that bit," She said slowly. "But I - I don't want to show you. You might recognize the place, or - or - no. It's just not a pretty sight." Alec's nose wrinkled slightly, and it became obvious that he'd seen it too.

What else had he seen that belonged to her?

Thalia swallowed hard, and quickly redirected the subject.

"So, how does it work? Being psychic, and not having tourettes." Despite herself, she sent Alec a dirty look, and he laughed. Flou looked at the two, smiling a little, and then shrugged.

"I just get these - these urges to disappear. And I do. And then I see the future."
"How did you get the future into my head then?"

"I don't know. I just sort of willed it to leave me, and go to you."

"Can you do it with the three of us?" Flou looked to her brother quickly, and he shook his head.

"Never been a need for the three of us to go. Only ever been two." And as soon as he finished speaking, the door slammed open from the beer can stricken hallway, and a strong looking man staggered in.

Whoever he was, he was drunk: Thalia could smell the alcohol even from where she was sitting.

As Thalia went to introduce herself to the man that tried to slam the door in her face last time she was here, she was suddenly pulled up from her original armchair, and into the spot beside a body.

He took her hand quickly, and squeezed it hard, pulling her closer into his side.

The man, their dad, moved into the room, stumbling over his feet, swearing to himself, and then his eyes fell upon his son and the girl. And he scoffed.

"Not you again," He slurred, and he collapsed into the seat Thalia was in, his armchair. Thalia squirmed slightly under his strong gaze, and despite herself, shuffled further into Alec's side. "So, who are you?"

"A friend from school." Alec spoke quickly, before Thalia could, and the older girl realised Flou had disappeared upstairs.

At the same time, so did the man.

"Where is that little, crazy, bitch?" He stammered, and he tried to get up from his seat; but Alec was quick, quicker than she's ever seen him before, and he shoved his dad back in his chair, already on the other side of the room, though it wasn't that big, to be fair.

"Leave her alone," He snarled. "You don't touch or talk to her, remember?" For a second, the man just sat there, stunned.

And then he punched Alec.


In the face.

Without getting up, or doing anything that needed proper effort. It was well rehearsed, and Alec seemed used to it.

However, Thalia wasn't. She swore fluently, and flew to her feet; but the man had sobered slightly, and he kneed Alec in the gut, shoved him to aside like a rag doll, already up on his feet.

"Think better of trying to tell me what to do next time, son." The man kicked Alec to aside, and the younger boy groaned slightly, but staggered back onto his feet. He wasn't groaning or making any noises anymore, but Thalia saw the pain in his eyes.

And his gaze locked onto Thalia's.

But the younger girl was suddenly the main target of the drunken man's attention.

And he shoved her back into the chair, where Alec was before.

"Who do you think you are, running around here, and trying to make my children disobedient?" He snarled, and Thalia gasped, shuffling further away.

He grabbed her shoulders, and shook her hard. "Who do you think you are?" 

"I'm - I'm sorry -"
"Get out of my house, and don't ever come back!" He threw Thalia then. Across the room, and the younger girl was taken aback at his strength as she crashed into Alec, knocking him down like a bowling ball.

Even being hurt, he recovered first, and stood, hauling Thalia up as well. And then he moved quickly, out of the door, dragging her behind, without another word to his dad.

Thalia was shaking, distraught, and as soon as they got out of the house, against all complaints from her body, she turned, and she hugged Alec, hard.

And, to her surprise, he hugged back straight away, without any hesitation.

They stood there for a long moment, in each other's arms, and then Thalia pulled back.

"I'm so sorry about everything -" She gasped. "If I knew he was some sort of twat, I would've offered to go to my house -"

"It doesn't matter." Alec mumbled, and flinched away when Thalia drew closer to try and inspect his bloody nose. "Don't worry about me; did he hurt you?"

"Hurt me?" Her voice was high, hysteric almost. "He scared the shit out of me alright, but not hurt ... but you, oh Alec!" She shook her head, and stood closer to inspect his bloody nose. "You need to tell Sheila or Dr Grant about him. We can't let him get away with this -"
"No!" Alec's stare was fierce, and harsh, and so full of anger it surprised her into stepping back. "We can't! If that man in there goes to prison, Flou and I get split up ... No. She needs me. I can't let her go somewhere alone: we just need to wait four months. And then I'm eighteen, and we can move out." Thalia went quiet, just staring at the boy in front of her.

And then she nodded, and her eyes fell to the liquid pooling under his nose.

"At least come with me to the hospital to check it out?"

"I'll be fine."
"Alec -"
"I said, I'll be fine." And then he glanced up at the window. Thalia followed his stare, to spot Flou standing at the window, hand on the glass, watching the pair with a small smile.

She made no attempt to join them on the ground; just staring at them, with that look in her eye that said she wasn't really there. Thalia turned quickly back to Alec, scowling.

"Why don't you come back to mine?" And then she blushed hard at his smirk. "Not like that! Just - you know. To get that cleaned up. To tell me about ... your sister."

"Are your parents home?"

"Parent. Singular. Mum. And no. She has a night shift."

"One: sister. But she'll be leaving for Soph's house in twenty minutes." Alec nodded, and then glanced up to his sister in the window. He signaled he'll be two hours, and then followed after Thalia.

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