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Chapter 39

Crazy. I was crazy. I am crazy.

It didn't take long for Brendon to call the authorities. I didn't know what to expect. What branch of the authorities do you call to deal with paranormal powers? I saw the police car in front of my house when Barbie's mom dropped me off. Barbie hugged me tight, whispering how sorry she was and how she would find out what happened to me.

I held it together until I made it inside. Opening the door, a police officer was talking to my parents. He stood over them as they listened on the sofa. I spotted three more coming towards me and I did what I had to do.

"Sleep!" I yelled, watching them fall to the floor under my power. My parents cowered as the police officer drew his gun.

"Stay away and put your hands up!" He yelled. I opened my mouth to hypnotize him when a blindfold was tied around my eyes. I fell backward, leaning against the person's chest. They got me from behind.

"I got her. She can't control you now." Brendon's voice led to stray tears. I couldn't hold it together. He was the one who silenced me. He turned against me, betraying my sanity. I wanted him to understand. I wanted him to listen to me.

"He's right." I spoke up. "My power is my eyes." I hear his sharp intake of breath. He wasn't prepared to be civil. He wasn't prepared to hear me agree.

He wanted me to defy him.

"How do we know?" I recognize my mother's shaky voice.

"Mom, I swear." I tell her.

"Is it true, pumpkin?" My father calls to me. I feel a stray tear fall, dripping on Brendon's hand.

"Yes, I have been hypnotizing you." I confess.

"Where did we go wrong?" I can hear the sadness. "Take care of her."

"We'll make sure she stays in good condition." I assume the police officer answers. I feel Brendon tighten the blindfold. My hands are pulled forward and metal captures them.

Handcuffs. I yelp as I'm pulled from Brendon.

"Let me take her out." Brendon suggests.

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't risk her hurting you. She's dangerous." The officer declines, I'm pulled out the door and I whip my head back, trying to shake off the blind fold. I get a half off and take in my house. Brendon stands in the door frame, my parents comforting him.

Traitor. I mouth that to him. Brendon looks away from me, trying to focus on my parents. The police officer reaches his vehicle, shoving my in the back seat.

"Hey!" I scream.

"Please, don't make this any harder for your family. They're already losing a daughter." The officer meets my eyes before fixing my blindfold. I feel him buckle me in and turn my head out the window.

I don't care that Brendon can't see me. I want him to worry.

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I don't know where I am but it's warm and toasty. I was taken from the police car and from there, I was entered into a building. Navigating through hallways, I try to remember all the turns we take. My handcuffs are removed once we stop. My blindfold is removed and I'm pushed into a room. A dim light reveals two small beds and a meek roommate.

"Hello, I'm Amber." I introduce myself.

"I don't talk to my roommates." The girl speaks.

"Okay." I take my place on the empty bed. "I only want to know one thing. Where the hell are we?"

"Mental wing of the hospital. They think we're mentally ill." She explains.