[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

[Chapter 8]

Who is speaking?Claire sat up.Walk around.

She returned to her rented room which was not spacious.It was still dark outside the window, and my body didn't feel any sense of hunger.This shows that no matter how long the world she spent in her dreams, time has never passed in reality.

Who is speaking?She probed again.His hand reached for the dagger under the pillow, expecting someone to subdue him immediately if he made a sound!

Just when she thought no one would respond, the electronic voice sounded again: "The wishing machine, fulfill the wishes of everyone who wants to go back to the past."

Claire pursed her lips. After turning countless questions in her mind, she decided to choose only the most important one: "What should I do?"

"Change." It responded dully, with a slightly concealed tone: "Only if you have no malice towards the world, the Wishing Machine will fulfill your wish."

This ambiguous response made Claire feel amused: "I have no malice towards the world? Haha..." She looked sarcastically: "However, you made a mistake. It was never that I had any malice towards the world, but that the world My malice is too great!"

Claire stood up.There are no mirrors in this house, all the furniture is made of wood, and there will never be any reflections for her to see herself.Is this her malice to the world?No, never! !

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm down the malice and hatred roiling in her heart.However, it didn't work!Claire angrily pulled out the knife and inserted it into the bed board. The reaction of the force made her palm throb, but it also managed to regain her sanity.

She thought of what happened to her three years ago.

At that time, Claire had just been admitted to Georgetown (Georgetown University).Unlike many girls of her age, she does not take/drugs, smoke, indulge/sexuality, promiscuity/sex.She cleans herself, her good tutor and outstanding appearance make her always the focus of the crowd.But this didn't make her arrogant. In fact, she was even more likable.

Claire Vido, in the hearts of many people at that time, was cheerful and enthusiastic, like a little sun.She is kind and sincere, and never hesitates to help others.She is one of the few well-educated but popular beings in the school.

However everything changed that day.It was also the first time she knew that helping others would bring such a terrible disaster to herself... But after everything happened, God did not come to save her, her family did not come to save her, not even her lover and friend, the only one The contact was just to ask her about the details of that case...

Claire shook her head, shaking off her own memories.At least for now, she has no way to review what happened that year.And the existence of the so-called wishing machine also completely disappeared.

It was hidden, and when Claire asked again, she responded weakly: "In short, I will try my best to help you achieve your wish..." Even Claire herself is not sure whether her wish is to go back to the past.

She lay on her back on the bed, with countless thoughts in her mind.Claire wasn't even sure what the point of the years she'd spent with Hannibal was, and if it was all just a dream that had nothing to do with reality.With these thoughts in mind, Claire slowly fell asleep.

"Jingle bell bell bell!"

"Jingle bell bell bell!"

"Jingle bell bell bell!"

When she was awakened by the ringing of her mobile phone in her sleep, the sky was already fully lit.Claire sat up and woke up for a while, then slowly answered the phone.Sure enough, the person on the other end of the phone was Mrs. Vido.her mother.

As soon as the phone was connected, there came Mrs. Vido's non-stop complaints and accusations, complaining that it was fine if she didn't go home, and she didn't contact her, and she still didn't go to class.Claire silently listened to the other party's chattering non-stop.The lines of the face are rarely softened.

Just as Misha was the rope that bound him to Hannibal, Mrs. Vido and Mr. Vido were also her threads.Keep Claire from being completely irrational because of that incident.

"Honey...you can't go on like this." Mrs. Vidor sighed, her tone choked with sobs.

"I know it's hard to face, but you can't go on like this..."

"You have been out of school for three years. You must return to school as soon as possible to complete your studies. After all, even if you have such an experience, your life has not stopped because of it..."

"I'm really worried about you. Claire, I, I found a psychological counselor for you, a very famous person, I believe he can help you... If possible, I also hope that you can take the initiative to participate in mutual admonition During the meeting, you will meet many people who are also traumatized...you are not alone..." Mrs. Vido's voice became smaller and smaller, and at some point, the chat between them always became one-sided by the mother. What makes people sad is that even so, Mrs. Vidor can't help but be cautious, afraid that she will accidentally hurt her.

Claire felt guilty and sad.She wished she had the courage to return to society and face others.However, her psychological cowardice made her feel embarrassed.

"Okay mom, I'll go back. You send me the address and appointment time, and I'll go to the doctor you mentioned today."

After a short silence, Mrs. Vido let out a scream of surprise. She excitedly gave Claire several kisses on the phone, and then gave out the phone address and appointment time, and repeatedly told Claire to come home to see her when she was free. Finally reluctantly hung up the phone.

And after hanging up the phone for a long time, he didn't remember what he forgot to tell Claire.Yes, she forgot to tell her attending doctor's name.

Claire wakes up and repeats what she does every day.Jumping rope, running (treadmill), and punching the air 500 times followed by a quick shower.After everything was ready, Claire put on the sweater, hid her face under the hood as always, closed the door and went to the place Mrs. Vido said.

She did not choose the bus, the subway, or the taxi.Instead, he jogged all the way through four blocks, and when he got downstairs, he was exactly 5 minutes early.

Claire reported her name, and the front desk guided her to take the elevator——

It was a middle-aged man who opened the door for her. He looked about 40 years old on the outside, and the years seemed to be very lenient to him, making his skin still firm and his lips naturally smiling.Looks kind and courteous.He smiled at Claire outside the door. He was an extremely gentleman, and his blue eyes were inexplicably familiar.

"Are you Claire Vidor? Hello, I'm Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Nice to meet you."

Claire raised her eyebrows because of the name, and her eyes showed scrutiny: "Hannibal Lecter?"

Mr. Hannibal had obviously seen many times patients' precautions and scrutiny of him, so he didn't take it to heart: "Yes," he opened the door, turned and walked into the studio, and asked over and over again: "Maybe you What would you like to drink?"

"No thanks." Claire replied.

Afterwards, she did not speak any more words to Hannibal Lecter.

For two full hours, no matter what topic Hannibal raised, no matter how friendly his attitude was or how charming his smile was, Claire never had any communication with him.

Naturally, she would not mindlessly ask him about Misha, to determine whether he is the same person as the boy she met in her dream.Not to mention knowing Hannibal just because he has been with Hannibal for a few years.Because she was pretty sure, yes, they were the same person.

And it's so incredible!The paranoid and gloomy Hannibal will eventually become a doctor?Hehe, she always thought that Hannibal would be a chef.

Another reason why Claire refused to have a heart-to-heart relationship with Hannibal is probably the attributive that the Wishing Machine once said: [There is only a thin line between humans and demons. ]

Now Hannibal, is he a human being, or a demon in human skin?

When the time was up, Claire stood up.And her attending doctor, Mr. Hannibal Lecter, sighed helplessly and regretfully: "Claire, I know you have a lot of resistance to psychiatrists, and now you don't trust me. But what I need to tell you is , I exist to help you."

"Helps you face up to your scars and then facilitates their healing. Transforms you into a whole new Claire Vidor."

His blue eyes were sincere: "I look forward to seeing you next time."

"……goodbye."

Claire turned out of the room, and within 10 minutes Mrs. Vido called: "Honey, how do you feel? Is Dr. Lecter trustworthy? I believe that after getting to know him, I will definitely recognize him. Mom has asked many people, and his reputation in the industry is very good!"

Claire sighed: "Mom..."

"Huh? What's the matter, dear?" Claire sighed helplessly, not knowing how to say the rejection.She turned to look at the church spire, and then responded to Mrs. Vidor: "I want to join the A.A. meeting first. Compared with a doctor without any psychological trauma, I want to try to treat others with the same... …opens the heart of the person encountered.”

"Don't worry about me, I'll take care of myself."

After asking several times helplessly, Mrs. Vido got an extremely positive answer, and she had to temporarily let go of the idea of ​​asking Claire to receive regular psychological treatment.

Claire on the other end of the phone turned around and went to the A.A. meeting organized by the church.

Stepping on the quiet stairs would make a bang bang echo, which made her a little nervous and hesitant for no reason, but thinking of Mrs. Vido, she finally opened the door.

The A.A. meeting has already started, and eight men and women with different occupations and different experiences sit together in a semi-arc.No one looked back at her.Claire sat on a stool in silence, sitting in a corner with a hood on.

The woman in the field began to talk about the past when she was raped by her stepfather since she was a child, and how she finally pushed him back downstairs...

Clare felt her heart seem to be fluctuating in such a fragmented narrative, and she felt sympathy, not indifference.Then someone beside her quietly moved a stool and sat near her.

Claire glanced over at him.

The young boy who bumped into her the day before was sitting next to her, his brown eyes staring brightly at the people in the field.His lips were pursed tightly, his expression moved, and he looked tense and cramped.

He's the BAU who knows about her past!