(I am dedicating this chapter to Kirbyx, my unofficial editor lol. She left me the most incredible comment which I found to be informative, and extremely helpful. I wish to only live up to her expectations lol and of course all of yours… Thanks, and Enjoy...)

The door was soundless as it glided back allowing me my first view of my new doctor, my supposed healer of inner demons, my restorer of mental health.

“Welcome Miss Cortez,” she greeted kindly, her chocolate colored gaze quickly sweeping over my stilled form in the entryway before she moved with a grace I envied, closer towards me. Her arm extended towards the room, her many bracelets seeming to jingle against each other from the sudden movement, “Please come in. May I call you Anna?”

I obeyed her command with circumspection filling my heart, caution heeding my spirit, and weariness slowing the very movement of the soles of my feet. Her black hair was severely pulled back from her face into a small bun, her brown skin free of makeup, and yet clear of any blemish that I could observe. I appraised her slender form clothed in a rather simple black dress, pearls aligning her elegant neck as she quickly sat at her mahogany desk, gesturing for me to sit on the brown couch to her left. Around her the walls were lined with endless rows of medical books, framed awards cluttering up any free space, while massive windows sat directly behind her, seemingly commandeering any dark corners that would ever dare to reside here.

I felt a diminutive sense of safety at seeing this.

Nevertheless still I found myself perching on the couch’s edge delicately, my eyes never leaving Dr. Whitley’s form, for it was not her features that captivated my attention nor any words she had spoken, and yet I failed to remove my gaze from her. For there lining the very border of her image lied an aurora of yellow, something up until this moment I had never seen before.

What did it mean?

“Did you hear me? Are you too unwell to have a session today?” she asked, her brow furrowed at my continued silence.

“Calling me Anna is fine,” I whispered.

“Great, I am Dr. Whitley,” she paused to look over a file clearly belonging to me before glancing back up, “which I’m sure you are already aware of. You have had quite the chaotic start here at Clover Dale.”

I glanced down at the writhing hands in my lap, not really wanting to think of all that had happened since I had arrived. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to block out the sudden flashes of scarlet; blood trickling into the very edges of the floor boards, the dark shadow’s that snaked around curtains; that lingered in corners, and the pain I had unwittingly caused that seemed to seep, forever entrenched into these very walls. The very essence of this place appeared unable to cleanse itself of the evil that had erupted within its gates, an evil Maria claimed I held inside. An evil I seemed to inadvertently bring here.

Guilt lined my gaze as I looked back up into Dr. Whitley’s face and still I remained silent, too overcome to voice the culpability that I felt lied at my feet.

“Let’s forget about the present, shall we? Anna I want you to think back. Think back to the first memory you can recall.”

My eyes trailed towards the window, the feeling of a sudden weight on my shoulders I quickly ignored, my vision rapidly leaving the barred in glass …

“I saw you looking at Gabe again Marie,” Andrea teased, her long blonde hair that I envied was swept up into a messy ponytail, her cheeks chubby with youth, her blue eyes alit with amusement, and the pink tank of her pajamas rose as she moved to tickle me on my bed that we were currently sharing. “He’s two years older than you. I mean even I have a better chance of hooking up with him because trust me there is no ten year old boy alive who is checking out a eight year old.”

I giggled uncontrollably but as her tickling ended her words sunk in, and slowly I saw my dreams of my secret crush die before my very eyes. For my older sister’s words were sacred, the wisdom behind her teachings were beyond reproach. “You’re not just saying this because I saw him first, are you?” I whispered, my big brown eyes traveling over to hers in the dark.

“Would I do that to you, Anna?” she questioned, her expression the picture of innocence.

“Yes.”

She rolled eyes while unable to keep the smile from her lips, “Okay maybe, but come on now, he-.”

Andrea froze mid sentence as the sound of glass smashing filled our small bedroom. Her finger rose to her lips in a gesture for me to remain silent, her hand instantly sliding into mine. We rose from under my covers quickly, moving inside the small space that separated our beds towards the door. The only light illuminating our room being the small sliver seeping in under the wood.

I watched with my body shaking with fear as Andrea reached up, her hand grasping the knob before she wretched it open just enough for us to peek out into the hall, into the opening of our parent’s bedroom.

“Oh, so you’re telling me you don’t love me anymore! That you don’t want me!” my father screamed, his tall body easily shadowing my mother’s crying form. His white tee was stained, his black jeans ripped, his brown hair disheveled as he stared desperately into my mother’s determined expression.

She turned away from him, her brown eyes sad, her raven colored waves shielding her beautiful face, her expression clearly heart broken, “No, I’m telling you I can’t live like this anymore! That I won’t! I won’t have my girls living off food stamps, and getting clothes from the bin at church! I won’t continue to watch Anna come home crying from the kids teasing her at school because of what we can’t afford to give her!”

I quickly turned big eyes towards Drea, tugging at her shirt, “Is this my fault?”

“No, of course not,” she whispered harshly before signally me again to be quiet.

We watched our mom walk towards the closet pulling two suitcases from it’s shelve, my father seemingly helpless to stop her. “So you’re leaving me because of money?”

She threw the open suitcase on the bed, walking quickly to throw the contents of a drawer inside it. “How can you even ask me that? You know it goes way beyond that.”

“No, all I see is you working all those damn late nights with your high powered boss!”

She paused mid-pack to glare up at him, “well someone had to. You certainly weren’t paying any bills.”

“So then, it is the money!”

She turned towards him, hands on her hips, “It’s not the money!”

“How can you stand there and say that to me when you’re leaving me for him! What happened to you loving me! What happened to for better or for worse?” My father pleaded.

“I’m sorry Will,” she whispered, her eyes actually appearing remorseful as she gazed back at him. “All I see is for worse.”

“Please Carmen,” My father begged, tears falling from his eyes, his body falling on bended knee, and his hand cradling hers. “You and the girls are all I have left. Without you I am nothing.”

My own tears clouded my gaze hoping this time would be like the rest. That mommy would realize that she still loved daddy, that then she’d turn and wrap her arms around him like she always did, and yet knowing deep inside myself that that would never happen. That this was the beginning of the end. I felt an arm slide around my shaking shoulders, gazing up into Andrea’s face seeing the reflection of my own sadness in her big blue depths.

My mother wretched her hand free, moving back towards her suitcase, “I’m sorry but I can’t live off of love anymore. I have the girls to think of.”

My father rose, his eyes now cold, “And what, you think they would be better off surrounded by your rich lover, alienated from their own father!”

My mother glared up into his face, “You did this all to yourself! If only you were man enough I wouldn’t have had to leave your bed.”

I watched in horrified silence as my father grabbed my mother by the arm, jerking her scared body against his own, his arm extend waiting to slam his fist into her face.

“Daddy no!” screamed Andrea as she burst into their room, my body still huddled, crying in the hallway.

He immediately released her when he saw our faces, guilt eating away at him, “I’m sorry. I- I-.”

“Save it!” My mother yelled while moving quickly to zip up her suitcase. “The further away we are from this place the happier we’ll be.”

I rose onto shaky legs, following Andrea into their room. My bare feet felt frozen against the coldness of the wood but the sight of my father’s shirt chilled me far more than any temperature ever could.

“Daddy, why is there blood on your shirt?”

From the open window I could hear the sounds of a car driving pass in the distance; someone’s television was cranked up loudly seeping through the paper thin walls of our apartment easily. I could hear a baby crying, the sounds of bugs chirping in the night, and then suddenly all sounds paled in significance to the loud wail of the sirens.

“You mentioned sirens and blood, what happened after you asked your father that question?” Dr. Whitley asked, her voice suddenly wrenching me back to the present, back into my living hell.

I blinked away the confusion of the past trying to come to terms with the realization that I was not reliving that memory, that I had been in this office the entire time. And yet it felt…

“Anna,” Dr Whitley whispered.

My eyes rose from the ground, my hands shaking, my vision blurred as it ascended to gaze up into hers, widening as I tried to hide my unexpected panic. My heart pounded inside my chest, my fingers gripped the edges of the couch. A tiny minuscule trickle of sweat slid from my curls running down the back of my neck, dread chasing it in quick pursuit.

“Anna, is something wrong?” she asked, and yet all I could do was gape, wondering why her yellow aurora now had turned completely red.

“No, no there’s nothing wrong. He… um… my father he … we found out later that he had robbed a gas station with one of his friends. A man was shot.”

“And you blame your mother for that?” she droned, her tone oddly bored as if my past meant little to her, as if there was something else she yearned to find.

“No. I mean yes it was true that we didn’t have money, but he didn’t have to do what he did.”

“So then, why is it that I get the feeling you blame her for something?”

“She held him accountable him for everything that went wrong even though anytime he broke the law she helped spend the profits, but that night was different. She was the one to call the police.”

She paused, her eyes looking intently into mine, “Why would this be the memory you chose to tell me? Why feel compelled to unburden yourself with this one?”

I felt precisely that, compelled. As if rapidly entranced by her obstinate gaze, as if suddenly ensnared, my limbs mobility completely constrained. As if the very notion of turning away, the very idea of breaking our gaze went beyond the capacity of my ability.

Vir sapit qui pauca loquitur, a voice seemed to whisper into my ear.

Know when to hold your tongue? Why would someone be telling me to not speak to this woman?

“It was the first memory to come to my mind,” I lied.

She shook her head in denial of my answer while rising swiftly, her eyes never releasing the hold she had on me as she walked closer until she stood, stooped directly in front of me. “You lie. Someone is interfering.”

What was she talking about?

“No I-,” I began only to have her hand move to caress my cheek, its mere touch on my skin burning its surface.

My breath came in small pants, the simple act of my chest rising and falling suddenly becoming beyond the reach for my brain to comprehend. It was as if I had simply forgotten the very idea of how my body was supposed to function. My mouth fell open; a tear trickled down to fall onto my tongue. My body felt paralyzed and it had nothing to do with the terror rising through out me. “What are you?” I whispered, my lips barely making the tiniest of movements, my ability to even blink suddenly seeming impossible.

“Nil desperandum, my dear naïve little Anna,” she said with a laugh, the sudden uplifting of her lips transforming her face before my eyes. Shadows seemed to line her features, creases tugged at the very tilt of her lips; her teeth appeared to have sharpened into infinite white daggers, and her eyes. Dear god those eyes! Pupils that once appeared a dull impassive black now flickered a quick brilliance of red.

Never despair? There was much to despair. This was clearly not Dr. Whitley, and once again I found myself having to deal with this alone. “What is it you want?” I questioned.

I yearned to move away from the sight of that bleak dispassionate gaze, found myself coveting my once easy capability to release my ensnared scream, while longing for the mobility back into my body just long enough to make to the door.

“Relax,” she hissed, the nail of her manicure traveling slowly along my cheek, its trail breaking my skin easily as it snaked across my neck leaving a tiny crimson path in its wake. “By now surely you do not think your sister was the only one with the ability to enter others? You couldn’t be dumb enough to believe we were only hiding in the dark, could you?”

I wept silently watching as she laughed in scorn of my own ignorance, “Fear not Anna.” She moved from her position kneeling before me, walking elegantly back towards her desk, our gaze breaking while finally allowing the ability for the once effortless feat of breathing to revisit my body. “You are not the one I am ordered to come after. It is simple information I need.”

My hands cradled my knees; my hair shielded my face, my body bent as I tried to inhale oxygen into my burning lungs, “Why are you after me?”

She snickered openly as I glared up at her through my curls, watching as she lounged back into her seat, “What makes you think you are the only one we’re after? Remember Anna, fallaces sunt rerum species.”

The appearances of things are deceptive.

Yeah, no shit.

She crouched down, her gaze peering back into mine, “There is no place for you to hide.” I felt my fingers grip the couch, tears dripping from my chin as I remained shaking in my seat. “Bear in mind, we… are … everywhere.”

Dr. Whitley’s body began to shake uncontrollably; a gurgling noise emitted from the back of her throat, the sound of those bracelets knocking against each other filling the silence. Her eyes seemed to roll back behind her squinted lids; her mouth fell open while a ribbon of black silk floated from her tongue. It slithered from her lips, hovering in the stale air that surrounded us while seeming to grow as if feeding off my fear. It glided along the small shadows cast by the barred in window, bounding past splatters of light as if its brightness would somehow cause contamination, riding the darkness like a tamed beast before disappearing all together, slipping quickly into the opening of the rusted vent.

“Now Anna, why was it that memory, that seemed to come to you?” Dr. Whitley asked as she straightened the pearls around her neck, her expression clueless to what had just happened.

My eyes went back to that vent above her head, “I- I don’t know.”

“Well there must be some reason it stood out?”

“I- I guess its what happened afterwards that stayed with me,” I stuttered, trying to understand how it was that this woman could remember what I told her and yet nothing of what she did or told me while she was taken over.

“And what was that?”

“I was crying on my bed. The police had already taken my father, and my mom was packing quickly while telling us to leave everything else behind. Andrea moved to hug me to her, whispering that everything was going to be alright. That she was here for me. Here to protect me.”

I felt fingers suddenly slip into mine, my eyes falling to the manicured palm, “And I always will,” a voice whispered.

I turned towards Andrea wondering how it was that she now sat beside me, still dressed in the clothes she died in, and yet always seeming to be no where to be found when she was needed.

“Anna?” Dr. Whitley questioned as I yanked my fingers away, silently watching Andrea’s hurt expression. “Anna, do you see someone there?”

“No,” I said shaking my head, “I see no one.”

“Anna, whatever your about to do don’t do it,” Andrea warned, her eyes grave.

“Do you remember the night you were brought to the hospital? The night your father and sister died?” the doctor questioned.

Ignoring my sister, “Yes.”

“Anna I’m begging you, please listen to me,” Andrea pleaded, falling to her knees beside my seat.

“You had sustained many bruises, cuts, even a concussion, and when the police asked you what had happened, what was it that you told them?”

Crying, I quickly aligned my eyes on Dr. Whitley’s instead of the blue gaze imploring me to remain silent.

“I told them that I couldn’t stay here. That my sister was dying and that she needed me.”

“No one had told you of her death yet. They were shocked that you knew, and they asked you as I am am asking you now, how did you know?”

“Anna, no,” my sister whispered.

“Because… she was wet, dripping from the rain, still dressed in her denim skirt and red shirt, her blond hair caked with her own blood. Her face deformed,” my voice broke, tears falling over my lids, “her beautiful blue eyes missing from her own skull. Standing there watching from the darkened corner near my bed.”

I glanced up to see if Dr. Whitley would gaze at me with fear as Dr. Thompson and Maria once did, but quickly I found that it was I who looked on in horror instead. Again I met that terror inducing grin, those sharpened teeth, and those evil red eyes.

“Thank you Anna. You answered everything I needed to know,” it hissed from within the doctor as I rose to my feet, my hand rising towards my opened mouth. My eyes hurriedly scanning the room for Andrea, who had suddenly vanished as quickly as she had appeared.

“How? I mean… why?”

“Minima maxima sunt, the smallest things are important,” it growled, rising from its seat, its red aurora seeming to glow around its body. “It seemed you always found a way to cling to life, now we know why, and who is responsible for that sickening oversight. They have allowed a weak insignificant teen to fight their battles and a useless imprudent child to protect you.” She scoffed at my open trepidation, “You are barely worth the time or the effort.”

A distinctive pound against wood filled the room as we both turned towards the door just as it began to open. A guy no older than eighteen stuck his head inside the room. “Dr. Whitley, I’m here to take Anna-.”

His eyes fell from my stationary form towards the desk behind me, running quickly pass my traumatized figure. I watched as he fell to his knees hastily checking for a pulse of the now unconscious doctor, her body lying compliantly against the carpet, skin ghostly colorless, a huge bruise atop her forehead.

And now around her body nothing but the thin glow, the color of gray. God, why hadn’t I noticed the colors earlier?

“Help!” he screamed while glaring accusing green eyes up at me, “What did you do?”

The appearance of nurses and a doctor entering the room prevented my answer, not that there was one to be found. I watched them lift her carefully, quickly checking her for further wounds while inwardly knowing whatever it was I had unwittingly done, it couldn’t be good.

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I sunk back into my seat, my eyes dejected as my head fell into my hands trying to make sense of what went on around me. I listened as they carried her still unresponsive body from the room waiting for the accountability to be placed upon my blameless hands. It was transparent in their eyes, the way they promptly shifted their glances, fear residing behind their hate.

“Are you going to be okay with taking her back to her room?” I heard one of the male attendants ask.

“Yeah I got it.”

I heard the rustle of feet, the closing of a door, and then my gaze rose staring up into this lone attendant’s livid face. “Are we going to have a problem, Anna?”

“No”, I murmured, rising back to my full, meager height.

He smirked; his thin lips rising slightly in the corners condescendingly, his hands running through his dirty blonde hair as I felt his green gaze run appreciatively over my body. He made a motion for me to proceed before him as I watched the red aurora surrounding his form with cautious eyes, warily passing him as he licked his lips while continuingly staring at the seat of my pants.

“Where’s Maria?” I questioned as we entered the empty hallway, my feet squeaking against the slick tile. I felt his hand come into contact with my back, the faintest of touches as he shoved me forward.

“No where that you need to know about. Now move,” he ordered, his body easily towering over my small form, the contact of his fingers thrusting me forward causing me to crash onto my knees, my hands reaching out to catch my fall.

“Mick you’re never going to learn to fight back until you learn to take a punch! Now get up,” A voice screamed into my ear. I lifted my eyes from the tiled floor, confusion lining my features as I took in the blood on my hands, the torn white stained tee that I wore, the dirty jeans, the beat up sneakers. My face ached with pain. I could feel the cuts lining my tattered skin, could taste the blood running into my mouth knowing that one eye had closed completely. My hair fell into my gaze but as I went to push it back I saw blond tresses slip through my fingers instead of black.

“I said get up!” that voice screamed, his foot climbing up swiftly to connect with my ribs. My eyes closed against the pain, my body falling onto my back cradling my sore stomach, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes. “Boys don’t cry! Now get up!”

His screech ended with another stomp towards my stomach, this time on the opposite side.

“Stop, please stop!” I cried.

A fist grabbed my hair, pulling my face close to his, my eyes opening at the immediate sharp pain shooting from my skull. “You think the bullies are going to stop when you ask nicely? No, now get the hell up!”

I gazed into brown furious eyes, his breath smelt of stale cigarettes, his graying hair fell onto his lined face, the grimace on his lips remained so close to mine I could practically taste the nicotine. His lean body was still clothed in white scrubs clearly stained with my blood, and along his chest he had a badge attached to his pocket with the name Andy clearly wrote across it.

“Uncle Andy, please don’t,” I pathetically begged, my voice younger, higher, obviously before I had hit puberty. My hands rose to shield myself just as Andy ignored my pleas raining countless blows to my face, my body gasping at the unleashed agony. It hurt too much to cry, let alone breathe. I thought to myself surely he would kill me, right before he sent a nasty kick with his steel toed boots towards my unguarded head. Feeling completely and utterly helpless I sensed my body’s attachment to consciousness slipping as I began to black out, lying motionless in a puddle of my own blood.

My eyes opened slowly as I gazed at the hallway around me, my hands moving frantically to check my face and body for bruises, eternally grateful to find nothing except the small scratch along my cheek and across my neck. “Oh, thank god,” I whispered.

“What the hell are you?” Mick demanded, his gaze petrified, his body now crumpled on the floor beside me. “What did you do to me?”

“I didn’t mean to-,” I moved closer, my hand extended, “I’m sorry-.”

He backed away quickly, sliding away from me towards the desk. “Don’t you dare touch me. And stay the hell out of my head!” His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared back at me with uncontested revulsion. “I’ve heard the rumors about you… About what you can do.”

He moved to climb to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered my gaze falling to the floor, “about your uncle.”

His jaw clenched, resentment burning from within, the red around him practically smoldering. “Yeah, I just bet you are. I heard about what you said about him! It isn’t true! My Uncle never would have done something like that to that woman!”

“I think we both know that’s not completely correct.” My eyes returned to his as I rose to my feet, “I saw the way he beat you, felt his fist pummel into your chest, saw the blood line the floor of the basement, and I heard the way you cried for him to stop.”

“No-,” he replied quickly, his head shaking frantically in denial.

“He didn’t look like much of a decent man you claim him to be as he kicked you repeatedly while you cowered on the ground.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about! He was helping me!” He screamed, his face enraged, flushed, the veins pulsating at the base of his neck.

I took a step back finally realizing the extent of his anger and the true emptiness of this hallway. “Where’s Maria?”

He advanced towards me; my footsteps quickly retreating until my back hit the wall. “She’s no where you will ever be,” he whispered just as he plunged a syringe into my arm. I felt my eyes move to his wishing I could somehow remove the triumph I saw lying within them; my limbs were falling suddenly drunk from fatigue as flashes of darkness took over my sight. I could see the ground rushing up hastily towards me and horribly I met it with open arms, greeting it with an unprotected skull.

I found myself once again on a moving gurney, my head pounding, my mind barely making sense of the sounds. The hanging lights above me pierced my throbbing eyes, forcing me to close them or risk becoming seriously ill. I groaned, my weak arm rising to touch my head. There was something leaking into my hair, and it was only when I could finally find the strength to focus my blurred vision did I realize it was blood.

“What… where am I?” I asked while for some unknown reason feeling pathetically fragile, most of body still too numb to move.

“Oh, welcome back Anna,” Mick ridiculed, his voice washing over me, dizziness doing nothing to help the confusion in my mind. “I thought I might have lost you for a minute there. Don’t worry we’ll be at our destination shortly.”

The chill in the air seemed to penetrate my skin, slicing swiftly into my heart, and I inwardly shivered at death’s icy clutch. My sluggish brain took in the swiftly passing grime coated tan walls appearing stained with rust. Sinister shadows hid behind locked doors and gloomy corners, water dripped from the corroded pipes over our heads while the sound of scurrying mice greeted our descent as we traveled through the endless corridor. Everything smelt old, as if the very walls were rotting, crumbling down around us. I could see no windows, no small glimmer of hope that light would somehow shelter us from darkness, and with alarm seizing my numb body I realized the only light we seemed to obtain was the pathetic flickering lamps hanging idly above us.

I heard the protest of hinges ahead of me as a door was opened, the bed coming to a dead halt. “We are here, Anna.”

I was pulled into a darkened room; the sudden burst of light illuminating all surfaces did nothing to cure my anxiety. “Where are we?” I whispered as I gazed at the dust covered tables, the cob webs lining the corners, the white tiles now brown with time.

“It’s the morgue. They don’t use this part of the hospital anymore, so trust me,” his voice moved closer to my ear, “we’re all alone.”

My eyes turned towards the cold chambers, basic metal coolers that once housed so many bodies, dread causing tears to supersede my eyes.

I felt him push me closer, his grip suddenly leaving the gurney to open one of the steel doors. Mick extended the metal slab, the tarnished steel squawking in complaint, its sound seeing to echo off the walls. He turned back towards me, his smile gruesome, “Your chariot awaits, my dear Anna Marie.”

“No,” I pleaded hysterically, silently screaming for my body to move. I weakly braced my weight on my hands managing to straighten only to fall feebly to the dirty ground once I tried to stand. “Please don’t do this.”

I felt strong hands take hold of my arms dragging me further across the floor. “I’m sure that’s what my uncle said right before he was brutally murdered.”

He lifted me easily onto the steel surface, its cold exterior pressing mercilessly against any naked skin I had exposed. “Please, I had nothing to do with his death,” I begged my arms clutching the fabric of his shirt.

His hand grasped mine pulling my grip from his body, his other clutching the handle of the door, “Somehow I find that seriously hard to believe.”

With eyes wide swimming with undisguised fear I watched him heartlessly shove me inside this steel tomb, darkness covering the bottom half of my body. Tears fell from my gaze as he grinned cruelly at their sight right before he closed the door, imprisoning me into the black void I couldn’t seem to escape.

My fist pounded against metal, its sound deafening to my ears, my screams my only company as I listened to nothing but the sounds of Mick shutting the outer door, his footsteps retreating back down the hall.

“No! You can’t just leave me here!” I screamed, my feet finally moving to kick against my steel coffin. “Someone!” I yelled, “Anybody,” I whispered quickly realizing no one was coming. My movements stilled, my breath coming in and out in loud wheezes in the horrifying silence, my body shaking, my mind unwillingly waiting…

And as if adamant in its goal to not disappoint I heard a movement at my feet, a fiery stroke slithering gradually up my leg as a single talon traced a agonizing path up my body, slicing the cloth along with skin.

“Anna … we have been waiting,” it whispered just before I saw its red eyes glowing in the dark fixated upon my own, its claw moving decisively slicing into my chest, and my blood splattering unsympathetically against my face.

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(So I’m not completely sure if I’m happy with this chapter. Let me know what you think. This chapter was supposed to have way more stuff in it but I had to stop because I felt like my chapter was getting too long. When I started writing the doctor scene it was supposed to be shorter but then I thought, wouldn’t it be cool if a demon was inside her doctor while its daylight outside? lol plus I had planned on having a morgue scene for a while now. Something about putting Anna in a metal coffin amused me I suppose lol.

Alright, moving on to the length of my chapters… People I can’t help it! lol plus I only upload once a week so be happy I’m not a two page girl.

If you have any comments, or corrections in grammar or spelling that I missed feel free to tell me. I’m only human lol. I hope you liked this chapter, and if you did like it vote, and wait for the next one.)

Until next time…