“I’d always see him–not in real life, but in my mind. And it was more like I was imagining him going about his daily life. We crossed paths often; he saw me too, I know that . . .”
I Made This Up In My Head
” . . . I usually stop thinking about things for a while, and then I come back to them later on. Not this one. Letting go wasn’t easy for me,” she continued. “One day, I saw him in my mind, and held out my hand. I don’t know what I was thinking. Something had to give, and I just wanted the visions to stop–vision’s the right word for this?”
“Yes, it makes sense.”
She sighed. “Okay, good.” Then she paused, her mouth open, like she had forgotten what she had wanted to say.
“You held out your hand?”
“Yes,” she said slowly, still thinking. “Then he reached out and grabbed my hand. In real life, not in my head.”
The listener nodded thoughtfully before adding: “You were missing for five years. Gone, and no hints, no trace.”
She shook her head. “It’s just so surreal, remembering it all. I didn’t really think it was happening at the time. I just couldn’t accept it. That’s how I managed to stay sane, I think. The things I saw . . .
” . . . When I finally came to realize that it was all real, I was horrified at everything. Frightened by him.” She turned to her psychotherapist. “Everyone’s so happy to see me alive, but I can’t really tell them what happened to me, I can’t show him to them.”
“Who is he?”
“His name is Druzinga. I just call him Druzi–did it to see if I could annoy him at first, to be honest. Getting anything from him was difficult,” she looked away for a minute, her eyes visibly unfocused. “Everything was wrong,” she added.
“That, and the situation,” she replied.
A long pause followed, which the therapist finally broke. This Druzi was another matter altogether. Getting anything from him was a nightmare.
The creature, as they referred to him, was puzzling. It was clear that it had the capacity to understand and communicate with humanity, it simply refused to speak to them. Any form of analysis, or examination for that matter, was all but impossible without Marianna’s presence.
The thing existed.
That was enough for them.
“How did it make you feel?”
“I don’t know,” the reply was instant, automatic. Hollow. It rang true nonetheless. “Angry at first, then lost. It’s not easy being with someone you have nothing in common with.”
“Did you ever blame yourself?”
“I can’t say that I didn’t, but it wasn’t something I beat myself up over. Obviously he’s not human.”
“No, that he is not.”