first counseling session Doctor, you're not the first therapist I've seen since I got home.Just after I got home, the psychiatrist recommended by my family doctor was ridiculous. He pretended not to know who I was. The only ones who don’t recognize me are the blind and deaf.Don't cover you, every time I turn around, I can see another bastard jumping out of the bushes with a camera.But before this bird incident broke out, not many people in the world had heard of Vancouver Island, and only two or three kittens knew about Clayton Falls.Now when I mention Vancouver Island (Annotation: The city of Vancouver is not on Vancouver Island, the commonly known Greater Vancouver area does not include Vancouver Island.), I guarantee that the other party’s first sentence is, isn’t it the place where the female real estate agent was kidnapped? ?

That male doctor, hum, even his consultation room is disgusting, with black leather sofas, plastic potted plants, and chrome glass desks.Boy, with your taste, it's no wonder patients can talk freely.Of course, everything on his desk was neatly arranged.The only crooked things in the whole consulting room were his teeth.The guy who tidies up the desk but doesn't bother to straighten his teeth, I personally don't think he's normal. He cut straight to the point and asked me about my mom, and then even told me to take crayons and draw mood colors in my sketchbook.I said, what a joke.He told me that I was resisting my emotions and that I should embrace the process.What process, go to hell.I only went to therapy twice and spent most of the time debating whether to kill him or kill myself.

In this way, I went home for four months, and it was not until December that I decided to try psychotherapy again.I almost resigned to my fate, I wanted to say that I should just keep showing off, but when I thought about putting up with it for the rest of my life, as a psychiatrist, what you write on your website is a bit funny, and your appearance is kind, and your teeth are so straight .Even better, your name isn't followed by a string of inexplicable capital letters.I don't want to look for the most famous or the most skilled doctor, because that kind of doctor is very self-centered and charges more.It's an hour-and-a-half drive from my house, which I don't care about because I can get out of Clayton Falls, and I haven't caught a reporter hiding in the back of my car so far.

You have a grandmotherly look, and crocheting would fit that image better than taking notes, but don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean I like being here.Why should I call you Nadine (literally means hope)?Let me guess the mystery of this.Ah, calling you by your first name makes me feel like we're friends, so I can talk about things I can't remember, let alone say, right?Sorry, I didn't spend money to make friends with you, so if you don't care, I will continue to call you doctor. Since we're talking straight, let's set some rules before we start therapy.If you want to cooperate well, you can only do it according to my method.In other words, I don't allow you to ask questions, not even secretly asking how you felt at the time.I'll recount the whole thing from the beginning, and I'll only ask you if I'm interested in hearing your opinion.

You are probably muttering something in your heart, right?You guessed it wrong, I wasn't always this difficult to deal with. It was the first Sunday in August, and I stayed out of bed longer than usual in the morning, with Emma the golden retriever snoring into my ear.I don't have many opportunities to indulge myself.I was very busy that month trying to get a sale on an apartment complex.The hundred-apartment waterfront complex was a big deal for Clayton Falls, and it was just me and another real estate agent fighting over it.I don't know who the competition is, but the construction company called on Friday and said they thought my report was excellent and would notify me of the result in a few days.So close to the skyline, so close that I can already taste the taste of champagne.In fact, I only tried champagne once at someone else's wedding, and then I switched to drinking beer. The bridesmaids in silk dresses poured beer directly from the bottle, which made people know that it was not noble.But I firmly believe that if this case is accepted, I will be able to transform into an intellectual fan-collar.Kind of like Jesus turning water into wine.In my case, beer becomes champagne.

After a week of rain, the sun finally cleared up and the temperature was warm enough for me to wear my favorite outfit.The fabric of the suit is extremely soft, and the light yellow color can make my eyeballs look hazel, covering the original monotonous brown, so I never get tired of wearing it.I usually avoid skirts because I'm just a little over 150cm tall and I look like a midget in a skirt, but the cut of this suit gives the illusion of long legs.I even decided to wear high heels.I've just had my hair cut, and the ends are swaying by my jawline.Before I leave, I check one last time in the hallway mirror for gray hair I was only thirty-two last year, but the silver strands stand out in the black hair I whistle to myself and kiss Emma goodbye (some I pat the wood for good luck, I pet the dog), and head out the door.

I had only one task that day, which was to open a vacant house on consignment of the client for the passing buyers to visit.It would be great if I could have a holiday that day, but unfortunately the owner is in a hurry to sell.The owners are a German couple who are good people, and the wife baked Bavarian chocolate cake for me, so I didn't mind spending a few hours pleasing them. My boyfriend Luke owns an Italian restaurant.I made an appointment with him to have dinner at my house after get off work.He worked the night shift the night before, so I sent him an email that can't wait to meet you.In fact, I originally wanted to send the electronic card he often sent me, but the types I could choose were either kissing white rabbits, kissing frogs, or kissing squirrels, all of which were too cute for me, so I had to simply type An email counts.He knows I'm a girl whose actions speak louder than words, but I've been giving poor Luke the cold shoulder lately with my focus on the Waterfront Mansion case.He really didn't deserve to be sidelined.He never complained about it, and even the two or three times I had to cancel appointments when they were close to the appointed time, he took it silently.

I was busy moving the open house sign into the trunk, worrying about soiling the suit, when my phone rang.Could it be a construction company?I quickly took out my phone from my bag. are you at homeWow, mom, don't even say hello. I'm about to go out to the open house. Do you still want to go today?Val said she hasn't seen your sign very often recently. Do you mean Aunt Vale?Every two or three months, my mom would fight with her sister and swear she would never speak to her. She invited me to lunch first, pretending that I hadn't been humiliated last week.Well, I can act like nothing happened.Later, before ordering food, she hurriedly told me that your cousin just sold a house by the water.Val is flying to Vancouver tomorrow just to accompany her daughter to Robson Street to buy new clothes, can you believe it?Famous fashion.Auntie Val, great trick.I tried my best to hold back my laughter.

Cousin Tammy is amazing.But she wears everything she wears.My cousin moved out of Vancouver Island as soon as she graduated from high school, and went to high school in the Greater Vancouver area on the other side of the river, but Auntie Will always likes to email some photos of her children, showing off what great things they have done recently. I told Val that you bought some nice clothes too, it's just that you're too conservative. Mom, I have a lot of fancy clothes, it's just me I tell myself to stop.Mom was baiting me, and she wasn't the catch-and-release type.She even has to change into a dress and wear ten-centimeter high heels when she goes to the letterbox to pick up the mail. Let her talk about the principles of clothing in the mall.It is useless to argue.Although my mother is petite, she is almost 150 centimeters tall, but when it comes to arguing, I am the one who is shorter every time.

Oh, by the way, I said, can you return my cappuccino machine this afternoon? She was silent for a moment, then said: Do you want to use it today? That's why I remind you, Mom. Because I know some moms at the park and just invited them over for coffee tomorrow.You really pick your time, old fashioned. Oh, damn it.Mom, I'm sorry, but Luke is coming tonight and I want to have a cappuccino for breakfast.Don't you just want to try it out and buy one for yourself? Yeah, it's a pity your stepfather and I are a little tight right now.Then I had to call my friend in the afternoon to explain.

Alas, when she said that, I became the one who deserved a beating. Forget it, pay it back next week. Thanks, Annie Bear.Changed my nickname. You're welcome, but I still need her to hang up. I snorted and stuffed the phone back into my bag.She would never let me speak a full sentence when something she didn't want to hear was mentioned. At the gas station on the corner, I stopped to buy a cup of coffee and two magazines.My mother loves to read unhealthy magazines. I buy magazines just to kill time, so as not to have nothing to do when no one comes to see the house.One of them had a poor missing woman on the cover. I looked at her smiling face and thought, She was just an ordinary girl, and now everyone thinks they know her well. The open house sales scene was a bit deserted. I guess everyone took advantage of the sunny weather to do outdoor activities, but I was not blessed to enjoy it.With the doors closing in about ten minutes, I started packing my things.I was heading back to the car with the flyer in my hand when a fairly new ecru van pulls into the driveway and pulls up directly behind my car.Walking with a smile on his face was a middle-aged man, about forty-five or six years old. What a pity you're leaving.It's all my fault, the best one shouldn't be ranked last.Let me just stroll around, it won't be too much of a hindrance, will it? Impulsively, I considered asking him to come back another day, because I really kind of wanted to go home and I had to go to the supermarket to buy groceries, so I hesitated for a while.With his hands on his hips, he took a few steps back, examining the facade of the house. Wow! I looked him up and down.His khakis are scrupulously ironed, which I appreciate.As far as I'm concerned, it's enough to let clothes go through a few cycles in the dryer, so I don't have time to bother with an iron.His jogging shoes were bright white, and the visor of his baseball cap bore the logo of the town's golf course.His skimpy beige serge coat bears the same logo on the chest, and if he's a member of that course, his savings aren't much less.The visitors to the open home are usually neighbors or Sunday drive-thrus folks who have no intention of buying, but I glanced at his van and could see the town's real estate magazine on the dashboard .Well, spending a few more minutes with him will not miss a piece of meat. I smiled brightly at him and said: Of course it’s okay, it’s my duty.My name is O'Sullivan and my name is Anne. I held out my hand to him, and he came over to shake it, but slipped on the flagstone walk.Before hitting his knees, he puts his hands on the ground and arches his hips.I stretched out my hand to help him, but he jumped up in an instant, slapping the dirt off his palm with a smile. Wow oh my god sorry.Are you OK? The big blue eyes are bright on the cheerful face, and the smile lines radiate from the corners of the eyes, seeping into the swollen cheeks, revealing the white and neat teeth when grinning, forming two commas at the corners of the smiling mouth.I haven't seen such a sincere smile in a long time.People who face this face can only smile at each other. He bowed in a dramatic manner and said, "Isn't it professional enough to go on stage in this way?"Allow me to introduce myself.my name is david. I quickly curtseyed and said: Nice to meet you, nice to meet you, David. After the two laughed for a while, he said: I really appreciate you not rushing people, I promise I won't waste too much of your time. It doesn't matter, try to visit as much as possible, it doesn't matter how long you stay. You're so kind, but I'm sure you can't wait to get out in the sun.I will move faster. It's nice to meet a thoughtful potential buyer.Most of the clients are very shy, as if they came to see the house as a kindness to the agent. I showed him around and introduced him to the house.This home has quintessential West Coast style, with vaulted ceilings, cedar wainscoting, and stunning ocean views.He followed me behind my back, full of praise, and I myself seemed to be visiting the house for the first time, and I couldn't help but rush to introduce the features. The ad said the house was only two years old, but did not mention which construction company it was, he said. It was a company in town called Corbett Construction.The warranty period of this building is two or three years, of course, it is a gift with the house. Very good.When dealing with construction companies, it is right to be cautious.The world is going downhill, and the heart of guarding against others is indispensable. You just said when will you move? I didn't say it, but my date is not limited, and I will decide the date after looking at the house I am satisfied with.I looked back at him and he smiled back. If you need a mortgage broker, I can introduce a few for your reference. Thanks, no, I'll pay in cash.The best is the best.Is the backyard fenced?he asks.I have a dog. I like dogs too. What breed? Golden Retrievers, purebreds, must have more room for movement. I totally get it, having a golden retriever myself.Don't give her enough exercise and she'll be annoying.I pushed open the sliding glass doors to show him the cedar enclosure.What's your dog's name? When he answered, I realized that he was too close to my back.There was something hard against my lower back. I wanted to turn around, but he grabbed my hair and pulled it back. The movement was so fast that I thought the scalp would be ripped off by him in pain.My heart was pounding in my chest, and my blood was surging in my skull.I ordered my legs to take a step, to run for my life and do whatever I wanted, but my feet refused to obey me. Yes, Anne, you have a gun in your back, so please listen carefully.When I let go of your hair, you stay calm and walk with me to my van.I want you to keep a sweet smile as you walk, understand? I can't breathe I can't breathe. He leaned close to my ear and said in a calm voice: Take a deep breath, Anne. I sucked my lungs full of air. Breathe out slowly.I exhale slowly. Again.The indoor scene became clearer. So cute.He lets go of my hair. Everything seems to be in slow motion.I could feel the gun poking my spine, and I was pushed forward by him.He urged me out the front door and down the stairs, humming to himself.As we walked to his van, he whispered into my ear. Take it easy, Annie.Just pay attention to what I say and you'll be fine.Remember to keep smiling.As I gradually left the empty house, I wandered around to see that someone must be watching, but unfortunately there was no one around.The house is surrounded by trees, and the front doors of the neighbors on the left and right are not facing this direction. Why didn’t I notice it before? The sun is out, nice for a drive, don't you agree? This man is holding a gun, and he is in the mood to chat? Annie, I'm asking you a question. right. for what annie The weather is good, suitable for driving.It's like two neighbors chatting across the fence.I kept thinking, how could he do bad things in broad daylight?Come on, I'm showing a house and I put a sign at the end of the driveway, anytime a car might come and stop. Went to the van. Open the door, Anne.I don't move.He put pressure on the pistol against my lower back.I open the car door. Get in the car.The muzzle pressed harder.I get in the car and sit down. As soon as he walked away, I immediately pulled the doorknob, and the automatic lock pressed and pressed, but the door didn't obey.I hit the door with my shoulder.Come on, damn it!He rounded the front of the car. I beat on the door locks and power window knobs, and yanked on the doorknobs.The driver's door opened, and I turned around.He held the remote control car lock in his hand. He lifted the lock and smiled. He backed out of the driveway, and I watched the empty house get smaller and smaller, and I couldn't believe this happened.His visit to the house was a sham.Backing up to the end of the driveway, he stopped for a moment to check for oncoming traffic.I had an open house sign on the lawn, and now it's gone.Looking back, the sign was lying on the back of the van, accompanying the two signs I had previously erected at the end of the street. It dawned on me.The gangsters don't act on the spur of the moment.He must have seen the adverts, scouted the street beforehand. He picked on me. how?How is the process of opening a home today? It was fine until he showed up. Take out the car key, okay?Otherwise, press the door open button of the remote control lock, and jump out of the car before he catches me?I slowly stretched out my left hand, lowering the movement His hands landed on my shoulders, fingers gripping my collarbone. Annie, I'm asking if you're having a good day today.You're not usually so impolite, are you? I glared at him. What about open home sales? The situation was deserted. You must be very happy to see me coming, right? It was that sincere smile that I had mistaken for.Seeing that I shouldn't, his smiling face began to collapse, and his strength increased. Yes, yes, I'm glad to see someone show up. Smile again.He rubbed the shoulders he had tightened just now, and patted my cheek lightly. Try to relax and enjoy the sunshine.You seem to be under a lot of stress lately.He looked back ahead, holding the steering wheel with one hand and resting his right hand on my lap.You will love that place. which place?Where do you want to take me? He started humming. The car drove for a while, and he turned into a small road to stop.I don't know where this place is.After turning off the ignition, he faced me, smiling like he was on a date. It will be here soon. He got out, walked around the front of the car, and opened my side of the door.I hesitated for a moment.He cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows.I get off. He put his arm around my shoulders, held the gun in the other, and led me toward the back of the van. He took a deep breath.Well, you smell the air.Very good. The surrounding area is so quiet, the quietness of a hot summer afternoon, so quiet that you can hear the buzzing of dragonflies three meters away.He escorted me past a large clump of wild blueberries near the car, which were almost ripe.I started wailing, shaking violently, and could hardly walk.He held my arms with both hands to keep me standing.We're still walking, but I've lost feeling in my legs. He let go and went to the back door of the car.I started running, but he grabbed my hair from behind and pulled me to turn 180 degrees to face him, and he pulled me up by my hair, leaving only my toes rubbing against the ground.I wanted to kick his leg, but he was more than 30 centimeters taller than me. I couldn't kick him when he straightened his hand.I was in so much pain that I could only kick in the air and beat his arm with my fist.I screamed. He freed his hand, slapped my mouth, and said: Why do such stupid things? I grabbed the hand that held me high and pulled myself up as hard as I could to ease the pain in my scalp. Do it all over again.When I let you go, you get in the car and get down on the ground. He lowered his hands slowly, and finally my feet touched the ground.When I kicked him just now, one of my high-heeled shoes fell off, so my center of gravity was momentarily unstable, and I staggered a few steps backwards. The hollow of my knee hit the fender of the van, and I fell down on the car.The floor of the car was covered with a gray blanket, and I sat on it, staring at him outside the car, shaking my teeth.The bright sun was blocked by his head, so his face was dark, and the sunlight outlined the outline of his whole body. He pushed my shoulder hard, pressed me to lie down, and said: Turn over. Can we discuss it later?He smiled at me, thinking I was a puppy biting his shoelaces.Why do you do this kind of thing?I said.Are you short of money?If you drive me back, I can get the bag, and I can give you the password of the ATM card. There are thousands of dollars in the account.I also have several credit cards with high limits.He continued to smile at me. If we can discuss it, we might be able to come up with a solution.I can I don't need your money, Anne.He reached for the pistol in his belt.I thought I'd use the gun only when I had to, but stop!I suddenly stretched out my hands to block myself.Sorry, I didn't mean to, I just don't know what you're asking for.Do you want to have sex?Is this what you want? What did I just tell you to do? You told me to turn over. He raised his eyebrows. Uh, you just want to turn me over?What do you think after I turn over? I've said it well twice.He stroked the pistol. I rolled over on my stomach. I don't understand your reason for doing this.My voice is broken.hateful.I should stay calm.do we know each other? He stood behind me with one hand on the middle of my back, immobilizing me. If I've offended you somewhere before, I apologize, David.I am serious.How do you want me to apologize to you? You can say whatever you want, okay?The way is man's idea I shut up and listened, only to hear a faint sound behind me, knowing that he was doing something behind me, preparing for some kind of action.I waited for the sound of the trigger being pulled.Fear shook my whole body.Is it time to die?The last scene of my life, lying on the back of a van waiting to die?I felt a needle go into the back of my thigh.I flinched and reached out to touch it.The hot feeling climbed up the thigh. Doctor, before this treatment comes to an end, I should take the initiative to tell you a secret, which is more fair.Because I think that since I made a statement at the beginning, I should follow this principle to the end.I just said that my mind has been screwed up to the point of being a complete psycho, so crazy that I have to sleep in my closet every night. The strange thing is that when I first came back, I first borrowed my mother's place, slept in my childhood bedroom, and then slipped away early in the morning to avoid being discovered.Now that I'm back in my own house, I'm in control of all the variables and it's been relatively easy to adjust.However, before I enter the building, I must first find out the direction of the exit.Fortunately, your clinic is located on the first floor.If the clinic is in a tall building, which exceeds the height I dare to jump off, I would definitely not dare to sit here. As for the night, the night is the most difficult time.I dare not ask anyone to come and sit.I am afraid that the guests will lock the door randomly, and I am afraid that someone will open the window and leave it open.Even if I hadn't gone crazy, avoiding customers all night and running around checking doors and windows, the customers would definitely call the mental hospital to arrest them. When I first came home, I thought I could find someone in a similar situation to vent my grievances with.I'm an idiot looking for a mutual aid group, and it turns out there's no such thing as SAAMA for Victims Anonymous of Kidnapped by the Assholes.It is not available on the Internet, let alone outside the Internet.Even with the existence of mutual aid societies and victims already on the covers of magazines, front pages of newspapers, and talk shows, the concept of anonymous mutual aid is bullshit.Even if I found a support club, I'd wager that as soon as one of the sympathetic fellows walks away, I'll sell my history, sell my heartache to gossip magazines, go on a cruise, or buy a TV. Go home and watch the big TV. Needless to say, I hate discussing what happened to me with strangers, and I especially hate journalists, who will play it up nine times out of ten.Some magazines and TV programs are willing to give me money for a chat, and the price will make you unbelievable.I don't want their money, but they keep holding banknotes for me to accept.Alas, I was in a hurry for money, yes.I can't continue to be a real estate agent.What kind of climate does a real estate agent who is afraid of sharing a room with a strange man become? Sometimes, I would recall the scene on the day of my kidnapping, scene after scene, and every move before the house was rebuilt and opened for sale, like a never-ending horror movie.As I reminisce, I will remember that I bought a magazine at the supermarket that day, and there was a missing woman on the cover.Will there be another woman who looks at my picture and thinks she knows everything about me?Thinking of this, my heart is flabbergasted.