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The Addict - Chapter 3
Ok, here we go again. Things really start to get interesting now. Hope everyone enjoys.
But first, to re-cap Chapter 2. Our main character, Toby, shows up to Forever Safe Rehab center and finds that he is by FAR the youngest person in the group, and immediately tries to leave. Director Miles convinces him to sit and listen to his story about how they transform their clients by regressing them to their early childhood, long before they had acquired their drug addictions. Toby naturally assumes the Director is referring to hypnosis, but at the end of the chapter, Toby finds himself trapped in a chamber - the REAL time machine - and he losses consciousness. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 During his sleep, Toby had a dream. He saw himself as a toddler playing in a nursery. Just like a dream he saw himself from above, removed, mildly interested but completely passive. He watched himself pick up toys, put them in his mouth, bang them together, then toss them across the room. He watched himself suck his thumb. He watched himself taking naps. From time to time a woman, probably a nanny, would come into the room. She would pick him up, sing to him, toss into the air and tickle his tummy on the floor. He watched himself in a highchair smearing food in on his face and in his hair, the nanny laughing. He watched himself being given a bath. He watched the nanny change his diaper. It was vaguely pleasant to watch, yet he remained entirely passive. Soon it would be morning and he would wake up. Also, like a dream, time didn’t seem to make a difference. Days or months went by, but there was no sense of urgency or boredom. Toby observed calmly, patiently. Some days he saw himself from above, like a fly on the ceiling. Other days he felt like he was sitting just behind the child’s eyes watching his hands and legs being moved as if by remote control. Some days he observed his nanny cuddling him, other days he could feel it. Still, he remained a passive observer over the life of his infantile self. Gradually, Toby’s thoughts wandered to other memories, as he watched himself toddle around his nursery. He remembered sitting in a classroom in college taking notes; he remembered cleaning glasses in a bar. He thought it merely interesting that he could remember these things while dreaming. Yes, he began to understand that he WAS dreaming after all. Still, it didn’t bother him to act and feel like a baby again. It was only a comfortable dream. Then a man entered his nursery one day, walked over to Toby, picked him up, said a few words that he didn’t understand, and put him back down. The man said some more words to his nanny, she smiled, he smiled. Then, he walked out of the nursery. Toby’s infant self put down a rattle he had been chewing on and placed his thumb in his mouth. ‘I remember that man,’ he thought. ‘He talked to me in the hospital once. He helps people addicted to drugs. His name is Director Miles.’ At that moment, Toby achieved a rare dream state called ‘lucid dreaming’, in which he was fully awake within his own dream. He could now control his infant body, look around the room where ever he wanted, even get up and walk. ‘This is awesome,’ he thought, never having experienced a lucid dream before. ‘I know I’m dreaming and I can do anything I want.’ He imagined what he would like to attempt. ‘I wonder if I can fly.’ He ran across the room and imagined himself lifting into the air. It wouldn’t happen. ‘Damn,’ he was a little disappointed. ‘I’ve always wanted to fly in my dream.’ Even now, being completely lucid, Toby wasn’t the slightest disturbed. He was mildly disappointed by his lack of super powers, but he otherwise continued happily being a toddler. He even liked it when his nanny tickled his feet while changing his diaper. ‘That’s funny, I didn’t used to wear diapers.’ His nanny put him in his crib to sleep one night and sang him a song. He calmly drifted off to sleep, sucking his thumb, cuddled in his favorite blanket. The next morning Toby woke up, COMPLETELY awake, no more dream state. He felt slightly disoriented. ‘Where am I?’ he thought, waking up in a strange room and rolling over in a strange bed. What he saw next shocked him. There were bars surrounding his mattress. He bolted upright and grabbed onto them. “What the F---!” he exclaimed. What happened next was simply the most surreal and terrifying event of his life. The voice he heard was not his own. The hands grasping the bars where not his own, either. “Oh my God, this can’t be happening!” he shouted in a voice that sounded distinctly babyish. He feverishly examined his hands and arms. His skin was too smooth, his hands chubby, and he recognized he was standing in an enormous crib. It was as if Director Miles had been telling the truth. “I must be drugged, or hypnotized, or both!” The baby voice wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he tried to clear his throat. Toby sat back in his crib temporarily in shock. Everything around him must be an illusion, but how could he break out of it? Next, the woman who had been his nanny in his dream walked into the room and over to his crib. She was HUGE! She towered over him and the side of the crib. “Good morning little Toby,” she cooed as she reached in and lifted him high into the air. She gave him a hug and a kiss. For a few seconds Toby was too shocked to react. This hallucination was more real than anything he had experienced on Ecstacy or Crystal Meth. He simply could not force it away. The nanny was walking him over to the changing table. He finally found his voice. “God Damn it, put me down!” Now it was the woman who was shocked. She had no idea he could talk. He might as well have recited the Gettysburg Address. “You…you…” she sputtered. “I said put me down, B----!” Toby said as forcefully as his baby voice could. She almost dropped him. “What are you?!” she exclaimed slamming him onto the floor. “What the hell are you?” She backed away as if he was a demon. Toby could tell she was frightened of him, so he started to chase her from the room. “Get out of here. I don’t need you. Get the hell out!” It worked, she ran from the room closing the door behind her. Unfortunately, the door knob was far out of Toby’s reach. He was trapped in the room. “This just can’t be happening,” he said over and over. He tried slapping his face and pinching his arms and legs. The illusion was solid. ‘I’ve got to find a mirror,’ he thought. The door to the bathroom was open so he ran in. The mirror above the sink was also far out of reach, but there was a step stool against the wall. He used it to pull himself onto the sink counter top. The mirror confirmed his worst nightmare. Toby’s hair was straight and dark brown, however, he remembered seeing pictures of himself as a baby with white blond, curly hair. Staring back at himself in the mirror was a small boy with white blond curly hair. He recognized the eyes as being his own, but otherwise the image was the ghost of his former self as a toddler of about 18 months. He leaned against the mirror, his hands exactly meeting and matching the toddler hands of his reflection. The child – HE – was wearing footed PJs with teddy bear prints and snaps in the crotch. Tears began to well up in his eyes. “Make this go away,” he cried. “Make it stop!” He climbed back down to the floor, ran to the nursery door and started pounding. “Make it stop! Make it stop! I can’t stand it!” An hour or hours later – he had lost track of the time – Toby stood up from the door. He was dizzy and exhausted from pounding. He had to take a piss. He wandered in a daze back to the bathroom. In his shrunken body, the rim of the toilette was too high for him to just stand there, so he recruited the step stool from the sink. When he pulled down his PJ pants to go, he couldn’t believe what he saw. Toby was still wearing a diaper from the night before. Worse yet, it was sagging and slightly discolored. He tore away the tapes and threw the disgusting thing on the floor. What he saw again shocked. His guy parts were microscopic and hairless, as smooth as his infantile chest and arms. It was just one insult after another for Toby. “Oh God, I don’t even want to touch it,” he said as he aimed into the bowl to pee. Next, he returned to the nursery room and slumped into the floor staring at his infantile hands, still in shock. ‘This can’t be real!’ was all he could think. Again, some hours later, there was a knock at his door and another woman entered his room. Toby looked up from his hands, instantly on the defense and ready to yell at her. “Who the F--- are you?” he said bitterly. Her expression looked hurt, and Toby instantly regretted being so rude. She was a lot younger than the previous woman, young enough that we would call a ‘girl’ not a ‘woman’, someone he might meet in college. “Well,” she gulped, looking nervous, “they sent me in here to see what I could do.” “Do What?!” Toby tried to soften his voice, after all she was a little cute – not HOT – but cute. “Ummm…I don’t know. I guess talk to you or something.” She approached him and sat cross legged on the floor to get closer to his level. “My name is Melissa. I’m new here, been here less than a year. I just figured out what they do here about a month ago –“ Toby cut her off – “WHAT do they do here?! WHAT happened to me?!” Again, he felt bad for making her wince. “Don’t blame me. I just wanted to be a kindergarten teacher. I took this job for the experience, you know, working with young children. It was just a daycare center. I had no idea what they were doing.” Her voice was pleading. “Neither do I,” Toby tried not to sound so angry. “So, why don’t you start by telling me what they did to me.” “Ummm…well…they turn people into babies. But, I have no idea how they do it and I think it’s wrong.” “Damn straight it’s WRONG! So you can turn me back now, I’ve had enough!” Melissa threw up her hands. “I don’t know how. I don’t know if they even can turn someone back. I’ve never seen a client go back.” Toby was openly angry with Melissa. “You’re full of Sh--, Melissa. If they did this to me, they can turn it around. You just said it was wrong, so why don’t you do something about it?!” Melissa looked on the verge of tears. “Please don’t be angry with me. I’m nice, really. I didn’t do this to you and I don’t know how to reverse it. I’m just supposed to take care of you. They’ll fire me if I don’t.” “What do you mean by ‘take care of me?’ In what way are you going to ‘take care of me?’” Melissa gulped again. “I guess…I don’t know, bring you food and stuff. You’re small, so I can lift you in and out of your crib.” “No WAY! No F---ing WAY am I getting in that crib!” Melissa scratched her head. “I guess I could put the mattress on the floor.” “And if you think you’re getting me in a diaper again, think again. Not in HELL!” Melissa shook her head, “Of course not, of course not.” Toby pointed to the door. “So I guess the only thing you can do is get me some food, I’m starving. And tell them to let me go, while you’re at it. I don’t give a Sh—if they fire you.” Melissa made a quick exit. Toby could see she was beginning to cry. |
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15-08-2008
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I spotted ONE spelling error...
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Priceless.. By the way. great story, can't wait for more! |
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