2 Chapter 1

He closed his eyes holding the hand of the person lying on the red couch.

Images started flashing through his mind. Images where the person on the couch was laughing. His wife was happily running behind their children on the beach and he stood there watching them like they meant the world to them. And then suddenly ..... he heard a kid crying. The sound so loud and clear as if it was right behind him. The next thing, he heard a woman scream, "Oh my God... Jade .. Jade...", she had started howling at this point.

He jerked his eyes open as he tried to comprehend what the images were about and what his mind was trying to show him, his head throbbing as if someone hit him with a hammer constantly. He calmly picked up the glass of water on the side table next to him and gave it to the man on the couch who was now wailing like a small child who was lost. As the man gulped down the entire glass, he tried connecting the dots and making sense of what he saw a few minutes ago. After what seemed like a lifetime he finally spoke, "Mr. Vindebt, I think I know what happened. Let's meet in our next session and continue this... shall we?"

Mr. Vindebt, now somewhat calm sat up from the couch staring into the carpet on the floor. The poor man was out of breath and had just relived all the painful memories with the 23 something year old man sitting infront of him as his counselor. He could see that the young boy had felt each and every pain he himself felt as he went through the flashbacks. However, he also knew that this man, Arthur Mickaelson was the only man who had the ability to heal him and help him through his misery. So without a word he got up and left the dark room. 

Arthur sat there in silence as the old man made his way out. He still had goosebumps from what he had just experienced, however this wasn't new for him. The after effects came with every session he had with any of his patients. This is was one of the draw backs to the kind of work he did. He had experienced so much pain in the last 2 years of trying to help people. Yet he never thought about stopping it. Somehow other people's pain made him forget his own. As if by helping others he gave hope to himself that some day... may be some day... he would be able to help himself and fill the void that ate him from inside. 

Arthur Mickaelson : The highest rated psychologist with a success rate of 99%. Ironically, the 1% that he didn't succeed in was himself. How could he, when he remembered nothing. He took a deep sigh getting up from his seat and typing on his notebook furiously. After all there was no time for self pity in his life. He had to keep going. He couldn't be left alone with his thoughts .... EVER !!!

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