Beyond The Rhyme

"I don't remember much." The doctor glanced up at me, finally taking her gaze off that cursed notepad she always had. "That's alright. You can tell me whatever you remember about the incident," her calm, chilling voice replied. I sighed. She wasn't going to let it go this time. "I cannot say," I told her, hell-bent on not telling her anything. "And why is that?" She did not look happy. It seems her patience was running thin. I wanted to tell her, but he wouldn't let me. He told me he would hurt me if I said anything so I had to keep quiet. "He doesn't want you to know. He doesn't like you," I mumbled out loud accidentally. "Who is 'he'? Why doesn't he like me?" Her eyes glittered, happy she had a break through. I gulped and fearfully glanced at the monster standing behind her. His razor sharp teeth glinted in the dim light of the room, his mouth stuck in a permanent, sickened smile that made