her paranormal partner

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they force me on the table and they strap me down so i cant move.
"its come to my attension you have gifts" Michael whispers in my ear.
i whimper as i see him bring out the syringe.
"please, please! i'll do anything" i beg while sobbing.

"lets see if we cant get the nasties out of your head" he says while stroking my cheek.

"no.." i sob.

he injects me with the syringe and i jolt back and i start gasping for air as i go in to a seizure?
"DERRICK" i scream in pain.
the doctor gags me so no one can hear my screams and the entire room goes dark and silent.

i look left then right.
i felt cushion under me like a bed.
i realize that i'm in a coffin.

i watch myself pound on the roof of it while clawing it.
i repeatively punch the roof and it caves through revealing dirt.
it all falls on me and i slowly climb out of the coffin and hole.
i reach the above ground and i gasp for air.
i look at the tomb stone and it reads Anna Morgan Gleeson.
my head spins as i stifle a sob.
i look around at the cemetery and i see a couple of kids staring at me.
"help me" i groan.

they call the police and every thing fades away.

the room feels like everything is spinning.
i look over and the nurse is wheeling me down a hall way.
a tear rolls down my cheek as i feel the pain rush to me.
i see Derrick in his room.
he's standing at the door while staring at me.
"Anna" i hear him say.
a oxygen thing was around my mouth to help me breathe for some reason.
~~
i stare at the dead roses after a day of being in solitude of my room.
everything was wilting since it was fall.
i hear someone walk up and sit down next to me.
i start breathing quickier as i look at the broken ground.
"Anna" i hear Derrick murmur.
i look over at him slowly with glassy eyes.

"i want to go" i whisper.
"go where? i can take you anywhere" Derrick replies.
i look down at the ground.
"Anna no!" he says once he realizes what i meant.
"i'm not even suppose to be here" i whisper.
"so what? you cant just leave and die" he responds.

i stand up and i start to walk away from him.
he follows me.
"leave me alone" i say angrily.
One of the patio chairs fly at him and he has to duck to avoid getting smashed by it.
~~

i sit on the leather chair in Michael's office.
"move this" he commands as he points to the clock on his desk.
"why?" i ask.
"do it!" he yells at me.
i stare at the clock and i hear the constant ticking.
i wave my hand and the sound stops.

i stare at the frozen clock and i make it move back a second then i wince of pain and the ticking starts up again.
"very good" he says while smiling.
"now, we wont tell anyone of this right?" he asks as he stands up slowly.
i watch as he pulls out a razor.
"i did what you asked" i whisper.
"and the agents are still here, you can rat us out we cant have rats here" he replies.
~~
i whimper as i wash the blood away from my newly cut arm.
one arm read silent then the next read perfection.
silent perfection.
that's what he wants us to be.
i stifle a sob as the pain numbs my arm.
i hold my arm and i walk out of the bathrooms.

i walk past Claire and she smiles at me as we walk past each other.
i walk through the rec room to outside.
no one was outside because of the grey skies and the weather was cold.
i sit down at the chess table by my self and i stare at the pieces.
i move a pawn with my mind and then i move the other side's pawn.
"its not very fun to play by yourself baby cakes" i hear Derrick tell me.

"sure it is, i can always win by myself" i say softly.
"you win regardless" he replies.
"why are you still talking to me? i threw a chair at you" i respond as i look at him.
"love makes you do crazy things" he says.
"i don't love you" i reply.
"i know, but i love you baby doll" he responds.

I look at him with glassy eyes.
"i'm broken" i whisper.
he kneels down by my chair and stares in to my eyes.
"what do you mean? your beautiful" he tells me.
he looks down at my arm and he slowly touches it and lifts up the sleeve.
"i'm broken" i repeat.
he stares at the cut word.

"no, your not broken, you'll never be broken" he says as he glares at the cut.
I let my head fall until my forehead rested on his chest.
I smell his familiar comforting scent that wad intoxicating.
Like a bonfire smell.
He wraps his arms around me.
One around my back and the other holding the back of my head.
I finally sit up so i wasn't touching him.

he stands up and kisses my forehead.
he sits down on the chair across the table.
he resets the chess board for us to play.
~~
"if she acts like she is now being good and perfect then she'll be able to go home in no time" Michael says to my parents with a fake smile.

they thank him and they leave.
"you will be perfect" he tells me.
"can i go now?" i ask softly.
he nods and i slowly get up and i walk out of his office.

my eyesight goes blurry and i lean against the wall as i sob.
i walk to the bathroom and i bite my bottom lip as i pull a sharp razor from my arm.
i slowly cut my arm.

the pain doesn't bother me.
i watched as the blood drips to the ground.
seven cuts, then eight cuts before the door opens.
"ANNA!" i hear Derrick yell at me.
i stifle a sob and he grabs my arms away from my other arm.
"i want to go" i sob.
"shhhh baby doll don't, don't leave me" he whispers in my ear.

i let my head hang back on to his chest and i sob.
"let me go" i sob.