Sinister Actions

Chapter One: The By-product

If you knew Celia Monroe a few monthes ago, you would have known that she was a cheery person, always with a smile on her face, one of the smartest people too... until she was abducted, but then she was found, thank God, and other hostages were discovered with her.They said that the man was ill, that he didn't know what he was doing, and they hadn't found him.

"I don't want to hurt you"
"What do you mean by that? Huh? I am trying to help you while you are treating me like garbage!"

"celia? celia? CELIA!"
She snapped back to reality, looking at a painting in the gallery while the doctors that follow her around were at another end of the room discussing something.

"Celia, are you okay?" Said Doctor Lieberman, she was one of the few people who actually wanted to help others in the safest and nicest way possible.
"Yes" her voice was barely a whisper, she had been having flashbacks of her miserable time, as her mind coped with the reality of it all.

"Are you sure? Maybe you should rest."
"No, I can continue my evening, as a normal person"
"But Celia, you aren't a normal person, you went through unimaginably hard things." The Doctor didn't really mean that, since they were assigned to Miss Monroe, she hadn't said a thing about what happened to her, and even if Dr. Lieberman really wanted to help her, how could you fix something when you didn't know what's broken?
Celia advanced to look around the room, the gallery had an exquisite collection of art, and she was one of those people who appreciated art. Everything to her seemed kind of rushed at these times, like it was a dream, like it was not real, even the abduction, the man, the others.

Something fell to the floor. Celia had collapsed onto the floor, the doctors took her up and out of the gallery, to her house.

Celia opened her eyes, slightly feeling the headache she had just moments ago.

"Do you really think she'll go back to who she was?"
"I don't know anything yet, if she can't tell us, then she can't, maybe she needs more time, no one knows what she went through, and the other hostages went back to their families and refused to talk about what happened, they seemed okay though" said Dr. Lieberman.
Celia got up from her bed, making a noise, the doctors looked over at her.
"Are you okay, Celia" asked Dr. Lieberman.
"Yes, I'm okay, can I go for a walk? How long was I asleep?" Celia wanted to go back, to before, but she knew she couldn't, the harm had been done.
"Less than an hour I think. You can go for a walk, do you think you can take it? Is it okay if I come with?"
"You can come with, I just need to go for a walk" Celia stared silently at the floor for a moment, with her brows furrowed.
"Alright"
Dr. Lieberman waited for Celia by the door, and when she was ready, they went for a walk.
"Do you think you can get through this?" Asked Dr. Lieberman, trying to get Celia to talk, to think, to do anything but have nightmares and flashbacks.
Celia stayed silent, looking ahead, she seemed a little bit eased. Until she turned around, looking frightened, and walked fast back up their way.
"Celia, what's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, I just want to go back now" Celia wasn't alright, she seemed to have seen a ghost, maybe she had, since she looked very frightened and about to breakdown. Dr. Lieberman could see it, and she didn't push further, but she didn't forget it either, and she looked behind them but found nothing.
Celia Monroe was an exraordinary person who tried to help people whenever she could, but whatever happened to her didn't let her be at ease.