Chapter 9 – The Room She Forgot
The first thing Ava noticed was the wallpaper.
She’d seen it before — pale cream with tiny vines curling in silver. Elegant. Delicate. Deceiving.
The kind of wallpaper that belonged in expensive hotels. Or psychiatric clinics.
She stared at it now through a hazy flash of memory that wasn’t a dream — but didn’t quite feel real either.
She sat across from Dr. Elara Kent, a trauma therapist recommended by Elise — though Ava didn’t trust either of them. Not fully.
But she was desperate for answers, and Elise said hypnotic regression might unlock the pieces of her mind someone had sealed shut.
Ava didn’t believe in that crap. Until the moment her fingers started shaking uncontrollably and she whispered:
> "There was a room. And someone was watching me."
Dr. Kent leaned forward. “Do you remember where this room was?”
Ava closed her eyes.
The vision surged — blinding, sudden.
A white room. No windows. Just mirrors.
A woman’s voice behind the glass: “How long before she remembers him?”
A man’s voice replied: “She won’t. Not fully.”
Ava gasped.
She was back in the chair, sweating, breath ragged.
Dr. Kent handed her water. “You’re safe. That was your subconscious remembering a session. Likely after your accident.”
“That wasn’t after my accident,” Ava whispered. “That was… before.”
Dr. Kent tilted her head. “Before what?”
Ava’s eyes were wide. Hollow.
“Before everything.”
Her phone buzzed. Unknown number again.
One text.
> “You weren’t the only one in that room.”
Her hands turned cold.
She typed back: “Who else was there?”
Three dots appeared.
Then vanished.
And then the reply:
> “Julian.”
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🔥 End of Chapter 9
Now we know:
Ava was being studied, not just watched.
Her “accident” was no accident.
And Julian… may have been involved from the very beginning — not as a lover, but as an observer.
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