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Broken World Part 5
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In his private office, David heard his wife scream. He knocked over his chair as he jumped to his feet and rushed out of his office. He thrust his shoulder against the bedroom door and it opened to a horror scene. The mirror mounted on the back of their dresser drawer had been shattered, the lamps on the bedside tables had been tossed across the room. The blankets and sheets were ripped from the bed. The mattress was propped up against the wall with the blankets and sheets in a pile under it. He looked around the room, but he didn’t see Sarah.
He saw the sheets move, and he stepped towards them. He slowly pulled back the sheets and blankets. Sarah held up her .45, pointed at him with the hammer cocked back. Tears rolled down her cheeks with eyes not really seeing him. David held up his hands and whispered her name softly. He slowly backed out of their bedroom. In the hallway, he pulled out his cellphone.
“Dr. Baines, I need you to come to the house. I think Sarah has suffered through a night terror. She is in the corner of our bedroom with her .45 out. Please, hurry,” David slipped the cellphone in his pocket, as he stepped back into their bed room.
With his hands out in front of him, David slowly approached Sarah. She held the .45 out in front her, crying and shaking with fear. She glared at her husband, but her eyes didn’t appear to recognize him. He carefully squatted down in front of her.
“Sarah, baby, it’s okay,” he whispered as he reached for her.
“DON’T TOUCH ME! I WILL KILL YOU!” she yelled.
“Sarah, it’s your husband, David. Please, lower your gun,” begged David.
“David?” she slowly lowered the pistol.
“Yes, it’s me. You had a night terror,” he held out his hand and she slowly placed the pistol in his hand.
“I’m so scared,” she cried.
“I know, honey,” he set the pistol to the side.
He took her by the hand and they stood to their feet. She collapsed into his arms. He gently carried her into the guest bedroom and laid her in the bed.
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David closed the guest bedroom door as he backed out into the hallway. Dr. Baines stood in the hallway with his hand on his chin. Dr. Baines received his message and immediately drove to the Mitchell’s house. David looked at the doctor while he leaned against the wall.
“The sedative I gave her should keep her out for about twelve hours. Did you get her prescription filled yet?" asked Dr. Baines.
“Not yet.”
“Get it filled as quick as possible. It will help immensely,” said Dr. Baines.
“I need to clean the destruction she created in our bedroom,” David stepped towards their bedroom.
“Don’t.”
“Why not?” asked David.
“It might be the realization that she needs to start up her sessions with me once more. Can you take time off from the DA’s office?”
“Yes.”
“Good. She needs you now more than ever,” suggested Dr. Baines.
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Six weeks later…
The last six weeks saw Sarah Mitchell attend to her therapy sessions three times a week with Dr. Edward Baines. During those therapy sessions, she slowly opened up to her doctor about her life in the military and her life in general. Dr. Baines wanted to persuade her to discuss her deployment in Afghanistan because he felt that was where she suffered the trauma that caused her PTSD. She didn’t want to discuss it freely and he didn’t want to push her. However, he knew that if she wanted to be truly healed that she needed to discuss what happened to her overseas. A colleague of Dr. Baines suggested that Sarah might be refusing to discuss the traumatic event because she might not even remember what happened to her. In one of their sessions, he suggested to Sarah that hypnosis what benefit in helping her to recall any traumatic events her mind might’ve blocked. Her only response to his request was that she’d consider it.
Sarah pulled her SUV onto the parking lot for the World of Fitness. She parked her car, grabbed her gym bag and headed towards the main entrance of the fitness center. She pointed her keys towards her SUV while she walked across the parking lot. She pressed a button and her car lights flashed and it beeped once. Before her most recent deployment, Sarah seldom locked her car, but for some reason that had changed.
After a thirty-minute cardio workout, she showered and walked next door to Books by the Billions. She walked down the center aisle of the bookstore, looking for the medical reference section. She found the section a couple of rows from the racks of magazines at the back of the bookstore. She leisurely strolled down the row of medical reference books, reading each individual book title until she found the one she searched after. She picked up the book titled...
In his private office, David heard his wife scream. He knocked over his chair as he jumped to his feet and rushed out of his office. He thrust his shoulder against the bedroom door and it opened to a horror scene. The mirror mounted on the back of their dresser drawer had been shattered, the lamps on the bedside tables had been tossed across the room. The blankets and sheets were ripped from the bed. The mattress was propped up against the wall with the blankets and sheets in a pile under it. He looked around the room, but he didn’t see Sarah.
He saw the sheets move, and he stepped towards them. He slowly pulled back the sheets and blankets. Sarah held up her .45, pointed at him with the hammer cocked back. Tears rolled down her cheeks with eyes not really seeing him. David held up his hands and whispered her name softly. He slowly backed out of their bedroom. In the hallway, he pulled out his cellphone.
“Dr. Baines, I need you to come to the house. I think Sarah has suffered through a night terror. She is in the corner of our bedroom with her .45 out. Please, hurry,” David slipped the cellphone in his pocket, as he stepped back into their bed room.
With his hands out in front of him, David slowly approached Sarah. She held the .45 out in front her, crying and shaking with fear. She glared at her husband, but her eyes didn’t appear to recognize him. He carefully squatted down in front of her.
“Sarah, baby, it’s okay,” he whispered as he reached for her.
“DON’T TOUCH ME! I WILL KILL YOU!” she yelled.
“Sarah, it’s your husband, David. Please, lower your gun,” begged David.
“David?” she slowly lowered the pistol.
“Yes, it’s me. You had a night terror,” he held out his hand and she slowly placed the pistol in his hand.
“I’m so scared,” she cried.
“I know, honey,” he set the pistol to the side.
He took her by the hand and they stood to their feet. She collapsed into his arms. He gently carried her into the guest bedroom and laid her in the bed.
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David closed the guest bedroom door as he backed out into the hallway. Dr. Baines stood in the hallway with his hand on his chin. Dr. Baines received his message and immediately drove to the Mitchell’s house. David looked at the doctor while he leaned against the wall.
“The sedative I gave her should keep her out for about twelve hours. Did you get her prescription filled yet?" asked Dr. Baines.
“Not yet.”
“Get it filled as quick as possible. It will help immensely,” said Dr. Baines.
“I need to clean the destruction she created in our bedroom,” David stepped towards their bedroom.
“Don’t.”
“Why not?” asked David.
“It might be the realization that she needs to start up her sessions with me once more. Can you take time off from the DA’s office?”
“Yes.”
“Good. She needs you now more than ever,” suggested Dr. Baines.
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Six weeks later…
The last six weeks saw Sarah Mitchell attend to her therapy sessions three times a week with Dr. Edward Baines. During those therapy sessions, she slowly opened up to her doctor about her life in the military and her life in general. Dr. Baines wanted to persuade her to discuss her deployment in Afghanistan because he felt that was where she suffered the trauma that caused her PTSD. She didn’t want to discuss it freely and he didn’t want to push her. However, he knew that if she wanted to be truly healed that she needed to discuss what happened to her overseas. A colleague of Dr. Baines suggested that Sarah might be refusing to discuss the traumatic event because she might not even remember what happened to her. In one of their sessions, he suggested to Sarah that hypnosis what benefit in helping her to recall any traumatic events her mind might’ve blocked. Her only response to his request was that she’d consider it.
Sarah pulled her SUV onto the parking lot for the World of Fitness. She parked her car, grabbed her gym bag and headed towards the main entrance of the fitness center. She pointed her keys towards her SUV while she walked across the parking lot. She pressed a button and her car lights flashed and it beeped once. Before her most recent deployment, Sarah seldom locked her car, but for some reason that had changed.
After a thirty-minute cardio workout, she showered and walked next door to Books by the Billions. She walked down the center aisle of the bookstore, looking for the medical reference section. She found the section a couple of rows from the racks of magazines at the back of the bookstore. She leisurely strolled down the row of medical reference books, reading each individual book title until she found the one she searched after. She picked up the book titled...
