"Number 179!" The woman announces.

I walk up to the stand and the receptionist gives me a piece of paper with a number on it.

"Third door to your left, hallway B" she says.

I walk down the hallway, my tennis shoes squeaking against the hard tile floors.

My parents are staying in the hotel next to the test center, but I can't see them until my ability is officially determined. My parents told me that I am a searcher and that is what the doctors think, but they have to verify it with lab tests. I miss my parents so much and their love and support would have made me feel better.

I turn left at the third room. The door reads "examination room". I am a little nervous about what will happen once I enter. I slowly turn the knob, as the door squeaks open.

"Number 179?" She asks as I slowly walk into the room, cautious. My stomach turns a little bit as I answer "yes". I look around, trying to take in the white walls, and industrial furniture.

"Ah, then, let's get started!" She replies cheerfully. I get a feeling that whatever happens next will not be good, despite the doctors positive attitude.

"What is your name?" She asks.

I reply with a crack in my voice " Noel".

"Well then, Noel, none of these tests are going to hurt you. Just sit on the examination table over there, and do everything I tell you to do" she points to a metal table in the corner of the room. " I'm Dr. Rosenberg, by the way" she adds.

"Ok , now what you need to do is to take a deep breath, close your eyes, and concentrate on an emotion or feeling that you feel very often or the most" she says.

I do as she tells me to do. It's harder than I thought, but I do it anyways so I can get these tests over with and see my parents sooner.

"Uh huh, uh huh" she mumbles, as if preparing for this. Why don't you take a look in the mirror" she steps aside. I get off of the table and walk to the mirror. What I see makes me scream.