An Unsolved Crossword Of Mysteries

Today, as I came back to the "The Grooves House", after visiting a patient at the Rock Street, I saw a red-haired woman, probably in her early thirties, wearing a grey-black t-shirt and white trousers, pure black shoes, hands....white and thin pressed tightly against her blue handbag. She was sitting on the bench opposite my cabin. Waiting for me probably.....Totally unmoving...Like a "perfect" statue in an imperfect of moving humans..... Lost..... 

Her eyes appeared not to be blinking... They were deeply focused on the plain, blank, dusty white wall opposite her...

There was something "strange" about the way she looked, now! Her red hair suddenly appeared to be losing its shine and started to curl into huge and huge monsters trying to cover her forehead and ears....... 

I was not happy to see Melica again. The last time I met her, she looked much better! Although, at that time, 2 years back, I just met her once for probably 30 minutes, still, I remember the charm on her face! The beauty she had then! Beautiful blue eyes staring directly into me, while I asked her a few questions. The way she sat! Her eyes, her hair, her skin... Everything was totally admirable! But, now she looked totally different! More like a mute, damaged woman..... Maybe something got wrong during that time..... 2 years are enough to turn you into a "patient", isn't it?

She was just in front of me..... But, it appeared that in actuality, she was millions of light-years away from me... My grasp!

"Hey Melica, you're here? Happy to see you again after a long time!" She didn't reply. I took a few steps in her direction and sat on the seat next to her. She was apparently unaware of my arrival. Still lost and mute...... With my left hand, I gave her near shoulder a slight shake.

She was back! " Oh, Hi Kelvin, you are here... I am so sorry that I didn't get your appointment before getting here!...... But, can you please spare one hour? I need to talk to you....... I need to discuss something!", she said, all in one go. It appeared that she spilled everything she mugged up, in front of me! Her voice was pale and desperate. Her body and hands were trembling weekly and she was looking straight into my eyes.....

"Let's go inside the cabin. Don't worry you won't disturb my schedule, I don't have many meetings or patient visits today! Come in, please!", I said, standing up and leading the way to the cabin's door. After a slight thought and a nod, she followed me into the cabin and sat at the same sofa seat, she sat on 2 years back. While she sat, I tried to observe her. She appeared much older and tired too! Her body was slimmer too! I handed her a cup of orange juice, which Anna had brought for me, this morning. 

She was looking at me desperately, like an innocent child looking for attention. She took the can, opened it, and started to sip in! I waited for her to complete her drink and get more accustomed to the surroundings. My cabin was not kind of "magnificent" or anything like that. It was a small cubicle room, with a desk, a rolling chair, and a three-seater sofa for the patients/visitors. She finished her drink. Wiped her mouth by dabbing with a handkerchief and then looked at me again.

" Those dreams are becoming real.....", she uttered in a faint, fumbling voice. She didn't look at me now. I brought my rolling chair and sat in front of her. "Ah, Melica, can you tell me in more detail about what happened, so that I can help you better?", she started speaking, with her eyes wide open, now looking clearly at me.

" Robert died one year back. He died in a road accident..... An accident caused by a crazy drunkard driving the car on that Sunday evening...... He hit him and there Robert was..... Lying in a pool of blood, with his skull tore into two pieces....." Her voice broke, she was crying I suppose, but, I didn't interrupt her. Maybe it was good for her to cry a little and let things out! With my right hand, I reached out for the "Soft Tissues" box and placed it in front of her. She continued after wiping her tears, with tissue from the box. " I told him not to go out, that night! But, he didn't listen..... She thought that I was still making up things or imagining all this sort, but, I wasn't!", her voice sharpened. " You know, Kavin... You know it... The last time I saw you... I was in a good condition... And that's why I didn't need a psychotherapist anymore...... Isn't it? You were my new psychotherapist and didn't you signed on my reports that I was much better and don't need psychotherapy any longer?", she looked at me for a response. 

"Ah, Yes.. you were much fine then. I checked all your reports from the previous therapist you had and after talking to you for 30 minutes, I figured out that you had already recovered and you don't need any therapy after that!". " That's right, but Ed and Robert didn't believe me or any of the reports... I am not insane, right?...." She hesitated for a moment, looked at me as if trying to figure out something... Maybe she was trying to be sure of me. To see if I am a person she can trust upon. She completed her 45-second examination and continued again. "Kavin... 2 years back, in that 30 minutes session, I didn't tell you about one thing, but, now I feel that it's important for you to know this..... Please listen to me very carefully..... It's something serious." 

" Go on", I said.

" You know the psychotherapist I had before you, Mr. Carol... He is dead! Just 2 hours before... I saw it in the news...... He committed suicide. The police found him in his clinic's cabin, hung with a rope..... There's no dead note..... Nothing at all" 

" Oh, I didn't know about him. He was a great doctor though. May his soul rest in peace", I said with hesitation, still unable to digest what I heard just now. 

She continued, this time with much effort, " I...... I..... saw him die in my dream. She committed suicide in the same way he did it in my dream. With a white rope, no note, same clothes, the same month of the calendar..... Everything was just as same as they showed in the news. I saw it 2 months back in a dream...... I told Ed about it but he hushed me away...... The way he always did! He thinks that I have "totally" lost my mind after my brother Robert's death..... But, I saw him die too..... In a dream..... The dream in which everything just happened in the same way... Same day... Same place..... Same guy..... Same crime scene......" 

" So you are saying that all your dreams are coming true?", I asked.

" Not all, only the tragic ones..... To be more precise... Tragic "deaths"..... Death of Robert, Mr. Carole..... I saw their deaths before......

Ed was somewhere right. I truly lost my mind after Robert's death. For more months I had to go on sedatives... I was unable to sleep... Lay in the bed... Every time I tried to sleep, I got up... Afraid of the thought that I might dream of someone's else death and again that dream will come true... And take my people away..... From me......" She probably picturized everything that happened with her in the past 1 year. Her voice was deep but sorrowful. 

" When did it all start? I mean these dreams and ..... The deaths?

"Actually, it started much time ago. I had some terrible dreams at the night, like, our house has caught fire, Ed's company has lost all its shares, me in a completely different world... Alone..... I used to be scared out of my wites... It was terrible... I used to wake up in the middle of the night, trembling, cold, damp, mute..... Ed became seriously worried when I told him about those dreams..... None of those dreams came true, though, but Ed suggested I have a meeting with Mr. Carol. He was a school friend of his, so I agreed... I didn't want to disappoint him..... And probably I needed it... Because it was getting impossible for me to sleep during the nights! 

I visited him alone, Ed was busy with some work! He was a good doctor. I felt very much relieved to see him and he told me not to focus on these dreams anymore and suggested I go on a vacation with Ed..... I saw him for 1 year, I guess... But, suddenly after 1 month of treatment, I couldn't feel any better! I started having those dreams... The tragic ones... Death. In my first time... I saw that watchman... In front of our house, getting murdered by a thief during the night time... Friday midnight..... And the next week, he was actually murdered by a thief who was trying to trespass on our neighbor's house... The thief was however arrested, but, it happened exactly the same I saw..... I told Ed and Robert about it, but, they thought that I was again trying to make things up and turned me down my telling me that it was nothing but my imagination.......

I knew that it was no imagination...... It was something true.... Very very true..... But how do I escape? And why me? 

I had no answer! All I could do was to keep myself awake, really all the time! I started gyming, doing all kinds of activities that could give me an adrenaline gush... I was successful to some point... But, it was an insane idea, right?

I slept one day..... After 2 days spent without sleep, I was bound to sleep in the afternoon. ....... That was the time when that dream came..... Robert's death...... It happened just then......

Do... Do you believe me Kavin, whatever I am saying, do you trust me?"

" I do believe in you, but, I have still many questions to ask you... I will once you are done with the things you need to tell me..."

"But we don't have time, Kavin!"

" We? What wrong?", I asked in a state of shock. 

" I came to meet you because today I had a dream... And in that dream, I saw you and your wife Anna..... It was this room only! This cabin.... Your nameplate... This tissue box... This blue sofa... Everything was the same..... But...

But, one of you was dead!"

I skipped a heartbeat. I was recovering from the shock, when my mobile phone, kept at the desk, started ringing ..... Loudly...

I stood up and went to the desk. It was Anna. 

Before answering the call, I looked at Melica... She was sitting there... Again like a perfect statue... I moved my glance towards the window and traced my thump to pick up her call.

"Hello, Anna....... ". Before I could speak any longer, I could feel a spanner hit my head really really hard ..... I was crying in pain. The phone fell to the ground, while Anna was still there, shouting loudly for me......

I turned around. My hands touched the back of my head... It was painful... And bleeding...

And there stood Melica with the weapon in her hand! Sitting there on the sofa..... AGAIN...LIKE A "PERFECT STATUE".......

Her hands were stained with blood! 

My blood!!