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should. She brought it. It’s her fault. No choice. Did she hear me? She looks scared.
    My vision lands on my dad, my father — the man who lied to me! Protected me. Kept me the in the dark. Loved and provided for me. His hands are up and he is chanting something, his eyes filled with tears.
    Not my dad. Cry? Oh, this is bad.
    The detachment hurts, it rips my soul. He’s my dad. I hear my mother’s yell of my name echo in my head from far away. She isn’t here. The energy is released, and my scream echoes through the house. The dining room bows, the windows shatter all while I fall to the floor. My dad catches me. Another man — dressed like a warrior, fuzzy to my vision — is coming. Darkness engulfs me.

Chapter Five
    T he cold, crisp artificial air blows onto my arms. I’m struggling to wake up fully when I hear: “Okay, Sleeping Beauty, time to rise and shine before the warden makes her way in here.”
    I open my eyes slowly and look at the white walls and beige tile surroundings. Emily is sitting across from me in a twin bed, dressed in jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Her short cropped hair is messy, as usual.
    “Where are we?” I ask, sitting up. My eyes still refusing to completely work. I rub them and focus more on Emily.
    She gives me a funny smirk. Before she can answer, there’s a knock at the door and Dr. Bauche enters the room. She tucks her long, wavy hair behind her ear. Her composure is graceful as she stands at the end of the room in front of the window. The soft light surrounds her in an ethereal effect that has me tongue-tied.
    “How are you feeling today, Willow?” She asks.
    Emily announces her departure and is out the door before I can exhale. I watch her leave and want to go with my friend. What am I doing here in the first place? Why would Emily be here?
    As if reading my mind, Dr. Bauche says, “Willow, we’ve been through this before. You know where you are.” She taps on an iPad and scrolls. “I’m more concerned about the outburst at dinner.”
    Dinner? I don’t… I shuffle back toward the headboard of the bed I’m sitting in. It suddenly floods my brain — Dinner. Sabine. Magick. Royalty.
    A vision flashes before me of Sabine crying and hugging me. She is dressed in all black and she tells me how much she loves me. We are at a funeral. It’s my mother’s funeral, because I see my arm in a cast. It’s the only time I broke any bones. I’m not here, I’m somewhere else. I shake my head to clear it and I’m back in the small white room.
    Dr. Bauche’s demeanor changes as she sits down on the bed next to me.
    “You had an outburst that wasn’t coherent. The staff on last night had to sedate you. Instead of being in confinement, I recommended your shared quarters.”
    She waits for me, but all I can do is look at my hands, remembering a blue light. Thinking about my mother’s funeral and meeting her mother, my grandmother. She continues, “Something about a grandmother and Wicca?”
    I look around the room, stalling. Did she just read my mind? Oh no, it’s what I dreaded and now I’m here. I’m at a psych treatment center. How did Emily end up here, too? She wasn’t there at dinner. The hypnosis with Dr. Evan, it’s causing visions. Is this a vision?
    “Is Dr. Evan here?”
    She is searching me over in an evaluating way that makes me uncomfortable. She must notice.
    “I don’t know a Dr. Evan. Is he your internist?”
    I stammer my words confused. “No, no I started seeing him a few weeks back at your practice. He’s a new doctor there.” I need him, he needs to help explain this. The visions that keep popping up and the regressive treatment therapy. I don’t need to be in a treatment center.
    “Willow, we can meet at our regular session time today. I’m not aware of any Dr. Evan.” She stands. “You can go to group, but first take your meds.” She hands me a small paper cup filled with three pills.
    I look at the cup and then at her. She nods to the