Part 6

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All I can think about is that nightmare, everywhere I look, I feel like I'm being followed.

Over the past few days, I get the same nightmare over and over. By the end of the week, I too have bloodshot eyes from staying awake night, after night.

I finally decide to go to the doctor's office to get myself checked out.

"What's wrong with me?!" I put my face into my hands, as Dr. Marren looks over the results.

"You'll be fine," she says, "But we'll need to put you through some special treatment for a few years."

I look up at her. Oh no.

"What kind of treatment?" I ask with shaky hands.

"Rollinewoods Mental Hospital."

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