She woke up.
"Miss..."
"Miss..." came a distant and metallically echoey voice.
"Misss, are you alright?"
The woman slowly opened her eyes and then blinked and closed them again. The light was too bright.
She tried to speak, but could not. What was happening?
"Miss, my name is Doctor James Roswell. It is Friday, the 16th of April in the year 2004..." The man's voice was barely recognizeable; the experience of sound felt almost new to her, though she knew it was a common occurrance.
"You were found unconcious in apartment nine, floor B of the Discount Inn right outside of Burmington, the town you are currently in..." Before the woman could process her thoughts, the man continued.
"Excessive amounts of cocaine and heroin were detected in your bloodstream..." There; the voice of a human was starting to sound more normal to her.
She replayed what she had heard. 'Great,' she thought.
"You are currently in intensive care at the Burmington Hospital, but listen to me, ma'am: you are going to be okay. Alright?" She opened her eyes and looked at him, blinking her lids rapidly. She forced an incoherent moan in an attempt to respond.
The woman spent several days in intensive care. Soon, she was alert and responsive, and able to go about a normal day.
Seeing the improvement of her condition, a hypnotist was sent in to gather needed information.
After she was completely under his control, he began to question her. "Can you please try to remember, ma'am, everything that happened to you that you remember the day before you woke up in the hospital?"
She closed her eyes for a moment, seeming to be in deep thought.
"The wicked witch..." she said.
The hyponitist gave her a funny look, then asked, "What wicked witch?"
"She made me eat the apple..."
"Ms. White, could you try harder to remember what REALLY happened?"
"Wait... No... Vicky Vich. She's reaching into her pocket! Yes! Finally! Another batch of cocaine. 'Here's the snow, White,' she says to me. I am so happy; I haven't done cocaine in such a long time, I can't wait. I have already shot up twice earlier today..."
The hynotist pauses for a moment, then asks, "What happens now?"
"I go home. I'm not thinking clearly, and I use the entire amount I have scored in one session. I'm feeling extremely unusual now; I can't really tell what's going on. I stumble out of my front door and into the forest. There I see the seven dwarves. They're singing their song: 'Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work we go!'"
"Ms. White, are you sure that's exactly what happened, or were you hallucinating?" the psychologist prodded.
"No, you're right. It's my pimp, Keven Doores. 'Hi, ho. It's off to work you go,' he says with a grin, then slaps my ass. He points ahead to a man approaching. I nod in understanding and go grab the man by the arm. 'Where to, honey?' I ask. 'How about the Discount Inn?' he replies. 'Wherever you want,' I respond as trained."
"Do you go to the Discount Inn?" asked the hypnotist.
"Yes, we're in the Discount Inn. He takes off his--" the woman stops, interrupted.
"Uhm!" the hypnotist butted in, "What's his name?"
"I don't know--let me ask... ...He says his name is Prince Charming... Wait... Is that what he said? Ah, no; Vince Sharling."
"Thank you, miss," the hypnotist stated. He then hesitated before saying, "please, go on."
Much to the hypnotist's uneasiness, she did. She described everything of her night with Vince Sharling, and none of it was of any help to finding anyone more affiliated with drugs or prostitution.
"I hear the door slam and feel the warm, wrinkled bills in my hand. I lie there, unable to move, moving in and out of unconciousness..."
The hypnotist sighed. "Is that all you remember, Ms. White?" he inquired.
"Yes sir,"
The hypnotist looked at this pad he'd been taking notes on.
'Vicky Vich - Drug Dealer/Distrubutor. May work for higher-up. Arrest and interrogate.
Kevin Doores - Prostitution solicitor. Arrest.
Vince Sharling - Purchased a prostitute. Arrest.
Catherine White - Drug purchase, prostitution. Arrest.'
"Alright. Thank you Ms. White." he concluded. He snapped his fingers.
She woke up.
~Now you know the real story.~
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