Match Twenty-Four: Enenra:
Kiku too saw the towers in his dreams. It called, no, screamed out to him.
The way that he can see it is from the sky. He stares down at the very point aimed at his chest. He too can hear the screaming and crying from inside. Kiku wants to get away from this free-standing monster, but it keeps drawing him in. In a sense, he felt like this was something that he had to do. It didn't mean that he had to like it.
Ever since he got that phone call on his welcome back party, he had been seeing this tower again and again. He doesn't know how to stop it. He had been visiting a therapist in secret. This morning led to another session. The doctor began to take notes.
"Are you still having the dreams?" he asked.
Kiku nodded. "Yes sir."
The doctor wrote down a few notes. "Any changes?"
"Not really…" Kiku paused for a moment to think about it. "Well, I can't really tell anyway."
The doctor glanced up at his patience. "What exactly do you mean by that?"
Kiku looked down at his hands in his lap. "It's kind of hard to explain."
"That's okay Honda-san. We have this whole session."
Kiku's hands tightened up. "I feel like this tower is calling out to me."
The therapist paused with his notes. "A tower calling out to you?"
The other man nodded. The therapist took more notes. Kiku's eyes wondered up to the clock on the back wall.
"I feel that I have to go to it," he said.
"And why is that?" the therapist asked.
Kiku pressed his lips together. The older man leaned in closer to him.
"And you don't want to?"
"But you feel that you have to?"
Kiku looked down at his hands again. "I don't know."
The therapist looked over his notes from the past eight sessions. "When did you say this dreams started again?"
"Back in the spring when my wife threw a party after I got out of the hospital."
"This message, what did it say?"
"Don't let the devil get me."
"And you don't know who called you?"
Kiku shook his head. The therapist turned the page to a blank one.
"Do you still have the number?" he asked.
"Yes, here it is," the other man replied. He pulled out his cell phone and showed him the call history. The therapist scrolled down until he found the date in question.
"444-444-4444?" he asked. Kiku nodded at him. Both men went silent as they connected the horror of that phone number from past stories.
"And they have never called back?" the therapist asked.
"No," Kiku replied. "Ever since then I have been seeing that tower in my dreams."
"I see," he said. The man looked him in the eye.
"So… what does it all mean?" Kiku asked. The therapist gave him a small shrug.
"I can't really say yet," he said. "Give me a couple of days to sort it out and then I'll get back to you by the next session, okay?" Kiku looked him in the eye with a pale, uneasy face.
"You promise?" he asked.
"I will do my best," his therapist replied. The other man gave him a small nod.
"Alright," he said at last. His doc gave him a little smile.
"Anything else?" he asked. The other man shook his head. His therapist sat back with a small smile on his face.
"Alright then," he said. "Have a good day, sir."
"You too," Kiku replied. Both men bowed and went their separate ways. Deep down inside of Kiku, he knew that didn't fix the problem and it would soon spread worse than a cancer.