Regressed (standard:horror, 1600 words)
Author: Lev821	Added: Sep 07 2011	Views/Reads: 3777/6785	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Who were you in a past life? Perhaps it's best not to know.

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shouldn't be too hard for him,” said Davey, and instantly regretted his 
sudden act of bravery because even though Greg smiled, he knew that 
behind it he was genuinely insulted. The man continued. “Close your 
eyes, and tell me what comes into mind”. Greg grinned at the man. “I'm 
not sure I should tell you, it involves me and two women,” They all 
burst into laughter, except Seymour who simply stared at the floor. 
Soon Greg was back with his eyes closed, and was thinking of himself 
sitting on a throne with a golden crown. “I think.... I think.... I was 
some sort of king...” In a quick movement, he lifted his head, winked 
at his friends, and returned back to thinking of being on the throne. 
“Tell me what else you see,” said the man, “Tell me your surroundings”. 
“I see...I see....” As he saw himself as the king, he watched as the 
throne faded away, along with his attire, only to be replaced with a 
filthy sheet. Greg suddenly found he could not move at all, or even 
open his eyes. He could only watch his mind's eye as it showed him with 
greater and more clarity the person he used to be. The image became 
like a dream, only with more distinction, based more in the real world, 
the real world for 1241, and his present day conciousness became that 
of his older self, in his new reality, his new world. The sky was clear 
blue, it was a nice day, and he found himself on the floor against the 
wall of a castle. He was a beggar. Some other people passed by, none of 
them looking in his direction. His skin was muddied and grimy, and he 
was sprawled on the ground holding out a small tin cup for any trinkets 
or money. With his new mind, and his new knowledge of some distant 
future world, he knew that this is who he was now, and who he used to 
be. He also thought that he perhaps would not be returning to that 
small room back in Avonmouth by the canal so he flung his cup aside, 
one coin falling out, and dragged him self along the bridge and looked 
down into a moat, its waters dark and murky. He pushed himself over the 
edge and plummeted down in some effort to kill himself and return to 
the room, to wake up, but his reality was simply that. He hit the 
water, found he had no strength to swim, and sank away into the gloom. 

His friends back in the room simply watched as their friend seemed
simply to be asleep, and wondered if they were not seeing things as he 
slowly faded away. 

The man turned and simply looked at them. “What's happened?” said
Robbie, “What have you done with Greg?” The man looked at him like a 
defiant schoolboy not answering the headmaster's questions. Rob knew he 
wouldn't get an answer, and he also knew it was time to get out of 
there, they would have to find out another way. However the fact 
remained. Greg was gone. “Come on lads,” he said, turning and walking 
to the door. The others hurried out “Tell me one thing,” the man 
suddenly said. Robbie turned. “If I could bring your friend back, would 
you really want me to? You see, I know that you don't really like him 
do you? He stifles you, he influences you in ways you're not 
comfortable with. Obviously you pretend to like him. You pretend and 
even convince yourselves that he's a good mate, but you can never 
convince your conscience, can you? The voice that always tell you what 
you really think. So tell me, would you like me to bring him back?”. 
Robbie did not hesitate, and simply shook his head. “No,” he said 
quietly, then turned and left. The man got off his stool, and walked 
back through the entrance at the back. 

Outside, Rob rejoined the others who suddenly had a barrage of
questions. He looked back at the place, and found that it was simply a 
derelict, boarded up newsagents. They all stared at it, then hurried 
away. “Is Greg coming back?” asked Davey. “No,” said Robbie, and all of 
them remained quiet for a few moments, not showing any emotion, but 
inside, they were smiling.


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