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Shattered Mind
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Chapter 1: The First Session
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Monica Black adjusted the straps of her backpack, heart pounding as she entered Dr. Bolton’s office. At sixteen, high school felt like a battlefield of expectations, stress, and constant judgment, and her parents insisted that therapy might “help her cope.”
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Dr. Steve Bolton greeted her with a calm, measured smile, radiating control. “Monica, it’s good to see you. How have you been?”
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“I… I’ve been okay,” Monica said, shifting nervously.
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He gestured toward a plush chair, “Please, sit. Let’s talk about what’s been troubling you.”
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As Monica spoke about minor school stresses—overbearing classmates, homework, and anxiety over grades—Bolton listened intently. His voice, low and steady, encouraged her to breathe, relax, and focus on her inner thoughts.
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Without her realizing it, subtle suggestions seeped into her mind. “Let your tension dissolve… imagine yourself letting go of stress…” Her shoulders relaxed, her pulse slowed. She didn’t know it, but he was learning everything about her fears, triggers, and the people who caused her discomfort.
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When the session ended, she left feeling lighter, unaware of the invisible chains he had already begun to weave.
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Chapter 2: The First Murder
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The next morning, Monica walked to school, her thoughts still lingering on the session. In the distance, a commotion erupted near the science lab. A student she barely knew had been found dead—stabbed, his eyes wide in shock.
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She froze, heart thudding. Something about the scene felt oddly familiar, like a fragmented memory she couldn’t place. Later, police confirmed the unthinkable: the boy had been killed, but witnesses swore they saw no one enter or leave the lab.
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Monica’s pulse quickened. She remembered flashes—walking through the hallways, standing near the scene—but the memory was hazy, incomplete. She had no recollection of acting.
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Chapter 3: Growing Suspicion
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Days passed. Monica’s parents noticed her growing unease. “Maybe you should stop therapy for a while,” her father urged.
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“I… I think it helps,” she said, though uncertainty gnawed at her.
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Meanwhile, more strange deaths occurred. Classmates who had caused her stress disappeared, only to be found dead days later. Monica began noticing the pattern: each victim’s eyes were wide, almost blank, as if in trance. Yet every time she looked closer, she dismissed the thought, attributing it to her imagination.
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The police questioned her. They had CCTV footage showing her near the scenes, but she had no memory. The masked figure in the recordings obscured the killer’s identity. Her anxiety deepened, a gnawing sense of dread that followed her everywhere.
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Chapter 4: Repeated Sessions
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Monica returned to Dr. Bolton, seeking guidance for her unease. Each session became deeper, more focused on her confessions.
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“I… I hate the way some people treat me,” she admitted. “They… make me feel small.”
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“Good, Monica,” Bolton’s voice soothed. “Tell me about everyone who stresses you. Release it. Let it flow. Let me help you manage it…”
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What she didn’t know: every name she whispered, every complaint she voiced, became a blueprint. Later, the people she mentioned were found dead, killed by a masked figure Monica observed during hypnosis but could not recall afterward. Her mind blocked the reality.
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Chapter 5: Patterns of Violence
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By midterm, it was undeniable: a murderer stalked the school. Monica noticed the same cold, blank-eyed expression in each victim as they were discovered, but she could never remember the details clearly.
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She started keeping a journal, writing fragmented memories, trying to connect the dots. But the gaps were too large. Police reports remained inconclusive, and they dismissed her concerns about hypnosis as irrational fear.
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Chapter 6: Parents’ Ultimatum
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Monica’s parents demanded she quit therapy. “It isn’t helping,” her mother said. “Something is wrong.”
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“I… I need it,” Monica protested, but even as she spoke, Bolton’s suggestions from previous sessions tugged at her subconscious, subtly urging her to stay.
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A bitter argument erupted. Her father’s distrust, her mother’s worry, and her own uncertainty created a storm of tension. Monica tried to explain, but words faltered. Finally, she stormed out, feeling a strange compulsion she couldn’t resist.
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Chapter 7: The Tragic Discovery
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Outside, the suburban street was silent. A sickening sight froze her in place—her parents, brutally murdered in front of the house. Shock gripped her heart, and tears blurred her vision.
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How could this happen? She had no memory of leaving home. Fear and grief intertwined as she realized she had been manipulated, drawn away at the exact moment Bolton struck.
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---Chapter 8: Confrontation at the Clinic
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Monica ran to Dr. Bolton’s office, seeking refuge. She hid behind the desk and discovered a note, revealing everything:
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His obsession with her.
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The murders orchestrated through her hypnotic confessions.
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How he masked his identity to commit each crime without detection.
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The note’s words burned into her mind: “Your mind is mine. Your fears guide my actions. Through you, the world is cleansed of stress.”
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Tears welled in her eyes. Realization hit like a hammer. Every death, every disappearance—it had all been traced through her.
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Chapter 9: The Final Hypnosis
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Bolton entered, calm, calculating. “Monica, it’s time. You know what you must do.”
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Her heart raced. She tried to resist, but the years of repeated sessions had conditioned her mind. Her vision blurred, her pupils dilated, and her eyes turned pale white—a perfect, obedient trance.
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“Yes…” she whispered automatically. “Yes…”
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He guided her through the office, a puppeteer with flawless control. Monica, fully brainwashed, no longer questioned, no longer resisted.
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Chapter 10: Aftermath
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The police would later investigate. Monica never recovered her free will. She remained under Bolton’s complete psychological control, a puppet whose strings were pulled by the very person she had trusted.
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The murders, the manipulation, the death of her parents—all traced to her confessions in hypnosis, but she would never remember. Only the chilling knowledge that her mind, once independent, was now shattered and entirely under another’s control.
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End of Story
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and then Add to home screen.