Spy
The production crew walked ahead of us out of the woods as I talked to my sister.
"Where have you been all this time?" I ask her. She just stares at her feet. "Lily? I need you to answer me. I know that you haven’t been out here this whole time. I can smell it on you." I stop her. She shakes her head but I can tell that she’s still wanting to keep it from me. We walk for a few more minutes in silence before we come to the clearing to see bombs being dropped over our city. I feel my eyes widen as I look over at my sister. She looks up at me with wide eyes and starts crying. I knew it, now I know what it is that I smelled on her. The basement of our old house where Father probably tortured her and then brainwashed her.
"Please don’t kill me," She begs me, "I didn’t make the choice to do this. It was dad, he wanted me to, please help me." I look at her for a few minutes before deciding.
"What did he do?" I ask her even though I already know.
"He brainwashed me. Gave me bad memories in place of good ones but I still remember some of the good things. Things that he couldn’t erase. Please give me back the good memories. I don’t like these scary images that I keep seeing." She cries. I place my hand on her shoulder and kneel in front of her. I life up her face so that she is looking me in the eyes.
"I can give you back those memories but it will be painful. Are you sure you want that?" I ask. Her eyes widen with excitement and she nods frantically. "Okay. It will be a forceful invasion of your mind and you will probably pass out but bear with me." She just nods and I take a deep breath bringing all of the good memories to the front of my mind. "Okay. Close your eyes." She does as told and I touch my forehead to hers. I push my consciousness into hers and she gasps from the pain. I feel her knees buckling so I hold her up as I continue to push the images into her brain, images of us running through the house in our dresses and climbing trees and talking to the common folk in town. I wash out all of the bad images that my father had pushed into her head. As I push the last of the memories through she collapses in my arms and I stand up.
"You are not going to be a spy anymore."