Memories

Ankles locked, his hands interlocked on his knees, and intently gazing at me, Matthew asked, “Do you want to change your memories now?”

“How?” I wondered, could it be possible? Can he really help me?

“Not exactly change per se… but reprocess it. Take back the control. Would you like that?”

I nodded aggressively which made me a bit dizzy.

“It’s going to take a few sessions. We can’t be sure it’ll work, but if you’re willing to try…” he baited.

“I am, yes. I’m ready. Can we do it, like right now?” I couldn’t keep the hope out of my voice.

He looked at his wristwatch, paused then smiled at me. “Yeah, just give me a sec,” he said as he left the room. Come to think of it, I just barged in here. I didn’t even check with his receptionist if it was okay.

Did he have any other appointments at this hour? Oh god, I just totally forced myself into his office.

“Sorry, I just dropped by unannounced. I was a bit distraught, I didn’t mean to bother you if you have any other patients…”

“No, no…