MY NAME IS MARY
A REINCARNATION
S.A. ISON
My Name is Mary A Reincarnation
Copyright © 2002 by S.A. Ison All rights reserved.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the production of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons – living or dead- is entirely coincidental.
FOR
ALESSANDRO LEONIDAS
♥
OTHER BOOKS BY S.A. ISON
BLACK SOUL RISING From the Taldano Files
INOCULATION ZERO Welcome to the Stone Age
Book 1
INOCULATION ZERO Welcome to the Age of War
Book 2
EMP ANTEDILUVIAN PURGE
Book 1
EMP ANTEDILUVIAN FEAR
Book 2
EMP ANTEDILUVIAN COURAGE Book 3
POSEIDON RUSSIAN DOOMSDAY
Book 1
POSEIDON RUBBLE AND ASH
Book 2
EMP PRIMEVAL
PUSHED BACK A TIME TRAVELER’S JOURNAL
Book 1
THE RECALCITRANT ASSASSIN
BREAKING NEWS
THE LONG WALK HOME
EMP DESOLATION
THE VERMILION STRAIN POST-APOCALYPTIC EXTINCTION
THE HIVE A POST-APOCALYPTIC LIFE
PYTHAGORAS FALLS
FUTURE RELEASES
SMOKEHOUSE SMILES From the Taldano Files
PUSHED BACK THE TIME TRAVELER’S DAUGHTERS
Book 2
A BONE TO PICK
THE MAD DOG EVENT
SHATTERED MIND
ONE
Cory Montenegro sat in the Cooper River Mental Health Care waiting room, his head down and his foot jiggling nervously. He was seeing Dr. Renda Taylor; this was his third visit and Cory was no closer to understanding his phobias, such as his irrational fear of fire and his anxiety. Cory had been referred to Dr. Taylor by his psychiatrist, Dr. Halbert, who had been treating Cory for six years. Dr. Taylor’s methods were a little unorthodox and that was why Dr. Halbert had sent Cory to her. Cory lived with chronic anxiety, but within the last year, things had gotten worse. Nightmares had always plagued him, but now, things were affecting his waking life. Flashbacks to things he didn’t understand. Didn’t know about.
Cory got up and went to the window. His body fairly vibrated with nervous energy. He gazed out the window, the city of Charleston below him. He saw a distorted reflection of himself and grunted with amusement, distorted was the right word. His whole life he’d felt distorted. As though he weren’t really living his own life. As though something interfered or stifled him. He raised his hand, placing it on the reflective hand in the window. It didn’t match up, off, just a little, like his life.
On his first two visits Cory had relayed his fears and issues. Dr. Taylor had placed Cory under hypnotherapy on the second visit and had regressed Cory to find the possible underlying triggers that sent him into the debilitating anxiety attacks. To his annoyance and surprise, there hadn’t been much uncovered in the twenty-two-year old’s life that would attribute to the horrific nightmares that Cory suffered. The only good dreams were the ones where he rode a horse on a vast open plain, or stood on the deck of a ship, letting the waves move him. Which was funny, because Cory didn’t know how to ride a horse and he’d never been on a ship. But those dreams left him peaceful, unlike the others.
Cory had been extremely nervous about the hypnosis, unsure of what to expect. When he’d been brought out of the trance, he had been both relieved and frustrated. Dr. Taylor assured him that it was normal to feel that way. As they worked, he would begin to understand what drove his fears. It was only a matter of time, uncovering those hidden details. Part of him was afraid of what he might uncover. But it needed to be done.
Cory thought that Dr. Taylor was a capable woman, she exuded a sense of professional calm and reliability. She was in her early fifties and for Cory, embodied a mother-like sensitivity. Renda Taylor was the first black psychiatrist that Cory had ever met. Most of the psychiatrists and therapists he met were older white males. Cory had been through five, until he’d settled on Dr. Halbert, who was nearer to Cory’s age, mid-thirties, not late sixties, as were most of his previous therapists. The older doctors had always left him feeling nervous. Dr. Halbert said that finding someone Cory felt comfortable with was essential to healing. Cory just hoped Dr. Taylor could help him. He looked around when the door opened and Dr. Renda Taylor looked out and smiled at him. He smiled back, though it bothered Cory that his lips trembled.
“Come on in Cory and have a seat. How are you feeling today?” Dr. Taylor smiled and indicated a soft leather recliner. She had a deep and slow southern accent, and it left Cory in a calm state. Cory nodded, going to the recliner and sat down.
“I’m okay, just nervous, I guess.” He mumbled.
“That’s normal and expected. Today I’ll be taking you farther back in your childhood. You’ll be aware of it all, but you’ll not experience the associated fears, should any arise. You’re in a safe place Cory, I won’t let anything bad happen to you here.” Dr. Taylor smiled softly and Cory felt his body relax and he smiled again, this time, without the trembling.
“Okay, thanks.”
“Alright, now, if you’d feel more comfortable, you’re more than welcome to put up the footrest and prop your feet up. Good. Now, I want you to close your eyes, but not too tight, just relaxed. Good. Now, I want you to take deep breaths, like you did the last time. Yes, good, take
