Traumatised - A Short Story

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Traumatised

Although it may lead to her death, Hazel was about to tell Dr Preston what had happened. The only sound she could hear was the deep ticking of the clock placed neatly upon the shelf and the pounding of her thoughts against her skull. Hazel tried to avoid Dr Preston’s eyes as she waited for the right moment to let it all out.

“ Come on Hazel, my job is to help people in your situation.” Said Dr Preston soothingly, “ Nothing bad can happen to you once you’ve told me. Everything you tell me in here is confidential.”

Hazel took a deep breath wondering where to start.

“ It all started one day when I was surfing the net. At that time I was absolutely fascinated by the strange world of witchcraft. Most of the sites were advertisements trying to get people to buy witch toys or buy the Harry Potter books but one particular site caught my eye. It said, “The Natural World of Witchcraft.” As I went into the site they asked me whether I wanted to become a member and I gave them all my details with no hesitations. This was probably the worst mistake I had ever made. They had told me that I wasn’t allowed to mention them to any one. Although I didn’t realise it at the time- I was trapped!” At these words Hazel felt a tear fall quickly down the side of her face and settle in her ear.

“ Two weeks later, a girl came to my door. She was dressed in a black robe covering every part of her body except her bright green eyes.

 ‘ Are you Hazel Townsend?’ she asked me quickly and quietly.

I told her that I was and asked who she was.

‘I’m Orenda,’ she snapped. ‘Come with me and don’t ask questions.’

I was very confused but I still walked rapidly down the street with her in silence. At the end of the street, I spotted a huge black van with tinted windows. As we came closer to the van, a man sitting in the passenger seat rolled his window down half way.

‘Hurry up’ he said in a low but firm tone and he rolled his window back up again.

‘Get in the back,’ Orenda told me, ‘and don’t ask questions,’ she repeated.

I stepped into the van and noticed two other women dressed like Orenda and three boys who looked like they were in their early twenties. Two of the boys were bald and had tattoos all over their chest, arms and head- those were the only parts of the body I could see but the third boy had dark brown spiked up hair and only one tattoo on his upper right arm saying, ‘Kimberly’. Every one stared at me as if I was doing something wrong. I just pretended not to notice until one bald headed boy said, ‘Orenda! Didn’t you give the girl the robe?’

‘ Do I really have to wear one’ I asked innocently. This made the boy break into rage, he stood up and screamed at me, ‘Women do not question our ways! I am disgusted at your tone! Take the robe but I doubt you are worth even the robe. Maybe we should make you wear nothing for the initiation. Boys what do you say?’ At his words he started sweating and his veins were bulging from the surface of his skin. ‘ Just give her a chance, Gavin.’ Said the boy with the spiked hair. He chucked a robe at me and smiled. I thought he was too sweet to be in this group, around these sorts of people. I started to put this robe on over my shirt until Gavin said, ‘Nobody wears clothes under the robe, it is the only thing worn over the natural body.’ I wanted to ask him whether that meant that I was supposed to strip right there and then in front of them and put my robe on but I was too scared to ask any questions after the previous uproar. I decided that that was the only thing he could have meant and he made himself quite clear. I tried to hold the robe up in front of me as I took off my clothes and tried to keep people from seeing me naked. The robe was stubborn and every time I held it up, it would fall into a thin strip vertically down my body. The strangest thing, though, was the way in which the people around me reacted to my actions. They all stared at me but didn’t say a word. They were acting as if I were doing something normal by stripping in the back of a van. Once I had finally got the darn robe on I squashed myself between Orenda and another lady dressed in black. I spent the rest of the journey trying to figure out the background to the strange boy with the spiked hair.

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Suddenly we came to a stand still and Gavin shouted, ‘Ready for your initiation, girl!’ he started laughing loudly and his bald head companion joined in but once again the spiked haired boy didn’t find it amusing, though, this time he said nothing. As I stepped out of the van, I saw a huge black gate with vines growing up it. The gate prevented you from seeing anything inside it and it had a sign on it reading, ‘Electric fence- beware!’ I followed the six other people through the gate but the spiked haired boy slacked off behind them ...

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