Page 141 of Pretty Nightmare

You don’t need to lecture me. I understand this. But I really want this session. I can feel it. I’m approaching my transformative moment. One more good push and I’ll be on my way. And I want you to put me under deep this time.

Drugs?

Yes. Use the drugs.

You’re sure? Because you’ve spent the last four years insisting that we not use the drugs.

I hereby absolve you of all responsibility for questioning me under the drugs I have already prescribed myself.

Jesus Christ. You have the syringe ready?

I came prepared, Ana. This is it. This might be the last time we ever do one of these sessions. Now, are you ready? Because I’m gonna push these drugs in and if you’re not going to do your part, then I’ll just take a nice little nap and then we’ll just argue about it all over again when I wake up.

Fine. If that’s what you want. But let me check my notes real quick. I need to figure out a plan.

You do that. I’m just gonna tie the tourniquet.

Wow. You’re really good at that. Doing it to yourself, I mean. Using your teeth and everything. You’re such a clever little animal, Donny.

Funny.

OK. Shutting up. You go ahead. I’m right behind you.

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How you feeling?

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Donovan? Can you hear me?

Mmhh.

Good. I’d like to start with your childhood again because those sessions always felt… transformative. So… that island you lived on. Can you go there now?

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Donovan?

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Donovan?

I’m here.

Where’s here?

Home. My island.

Perfect. Can you describe it to me?

Tropical. Hot. Lots of kids. We like kids here.

Well, that’s nice. Children always make a place more cheerful, don’t they?

Not these kids.

What? And why are you talking in that accent, Donovan?