Nightmares Alive

What?

After quickly changing into a striped baby blue tank top, white cardigan, and faded jeans, I headed into the living room and took a seat right in front of the TV. I noticed that Darla wasn't in the room so I switched on the TV.

"Still no more information on the Sarah Martel case. If you are watchi-"

I turned it off and hugged my legs to my chest, rocking back and forth on the soft couch. Is this really the right decision? My mother would die on the inside if she never knew what happened to me... she could think I was dead and hold a funeral for me!

Just then, Darla walked into the room. "Sorry if I kept you waiting for too long sweetie. I was having trouble finding one of my tank tops."

"No need to apologize. I just sat down on the couch when you came in."

"OK. Hey, it's fine if you were, but were you using the TV?" Darla asked me. "I heard some audio, but it could be coming from the neighbors."

"It was me, but the news was on and I didn't know how to switch the channel. I thought it would be better anyway to turn it off."

"That's probably smart. Well, are you ready to start?"

"Ready as I'll ever be. But what was your plan again?" I questioned.

"So I have assumed that your gift is mental. I don't know what else it could be, so that is my assumption. Since it is probably mental, you probably will get better at entering that state of wets yours by practicing it like you would any talent."

"That makes sense. But how would I enter that state if I don't know how to get there on purpose in the first place?"

Darla smiled and headed over to the kitchen. I followed her, realizing she was heading towards... a knife block? But instead of heading for that (thankfully), she opened a cupboard above it and in it was something I never expected to see.

I saw a FIFMD.