Saphora: vol.1 Retention (The Athena Universe) Read Free Page B

the part of the session that she hated the most. Being made to feel like an object of observation was one of the few things that could anger her. Perhaps it was because that she secretly feared it. That by some chance, the constant observation would give way to discovering her ability to fly. And then just like that, she’d be hidden from the world. The rumored infamous Area 51 would burst into the room and take her to some quarantine to be analyzed and poked at. She feared that at any moment the doctor would find something alarming. Something odd that would draw attention to her. But as always, after a few more moments of minimal observation, Dr. Lupin released her shirt, allowing it to flatten against her back, and moved to sit on the chair in front of the sofa.
    “Well, it doesn’t look like it has spread anymore since last month ,” he concluded. She nodded, letting go of her hair, letting it stay on her shoulder until her movements caused it to fall back.
    “Does it hurt at all?” he asked, making his way to his seat and sitting down, crossing one ankle over the other, his hands folding over his stomach. She shook her head no.
    “Good ,” he mumbled, taking the binder into his lap and opening it up to take notes.
    “Alright. Let’s talk about your dreams now. Have you had any other ones? Anything strange?” he asked. She gave him a look. As if her only memory of her existence wasn’t strange. He cleared his throat, nodding as he caught his mistake. “Right, I mean. Well, any other ones that you haven’t mentioned?” She hesitated before answering, which made him curious and eager to press her on.
    “Well?”
    She shook her head no.
    “Are you sure?” She nodded.
    “They just haven’t been happening as often I guess.”
    “Oh. Well is that a bad thing?” he asked, jotting the note down. She shrugged.
    “I guess not?”
    “Well I should hope not. Less nightmares are always a good thing, right?” he asked with a smile, his glasses inching up over his eyes. She stared at him - at the faux compassion, and nodded, generating a smile of her own.
    “Yeah, I guess so. ”
     
     
                  Walking out of the building, Saphora reached into her back pocket for her phone, wanting to call Fran and tell her about the session. She always called after each session. Not only because it was Fran’s request, but because she wanted someone other than herself to keep track of what happened in the sessions, in case she forgot. She did a lot of things like that – to keep track of memory. She was somewhat paranoid of losing it, knowing that she had before. She was conscious of the fact that it could be taken from her again at any moment.
    “Hi, honey.” Fran greeted, picking up on the second ring.
    “Hey, Fran.”
    She didn’t call her mom. She never had, and she doubt she ever would. It wasn’t that she was trying to disrespect Fran, or anything. But she knew that she was not her mother. And therefore just didn’t feel that she should be called that. She was grateful for everything that she had done for her. But calling her mom just seemed foolish. And Fran didn’t seem to mind it. The relationship did just fine without the title.
    “How was the session today?” she asked, as she always did. Saphora shrugged, turning right and heading down the street towards home.
    “Same as always. But I think I remembered something else, though it doesn’t seem-“
    “Something else? What, what?! Tell me!” she urged excitedly. Saphora had to move the phone away from her ear , the volume her voice had reached was so high.
    “It’s nothing, really. Just this woman’s voice.”
    “A woman? A woman was there with you that night? And she let you face that monster all by your-“
    “Fran! She wasn’t there.” Saphora groaned, rolling her eyes as she walked down the semi-busy street of the small town outside of her own.
    There were flower shops, bakeries, antique shops, pawn shops, a small record