You can't hold it in forever...

The Holder of Seekers

*Kat pov*

    I woke up early and got dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. I went over the details with dad one more time before I left camp, alone and teleported to the city. It took me a while, but I finally found a mental institution. I took a deep breath and stepped inside.

     Ask to visit the Holder of the Seekers Dad whispered in my head. I approached the front desk.

    "Hello I would like to visit The Holder of Seekers." I asked briskly. A bored look came over his face.

    "Friend or family?" He asked as he wrote somthing down in a book he had.

    Ok now say "the one that seeks"

    "The one that seeks." I replied. He looked up at me. Pity flashed in his eyes before they hardened.

    "I don't have time for your shenanigans, SECURITY!" He yelled then leaned in close and whispered; "Please go back while you have a chance." Security came and escorted me to the front of the building.

    Good, now yell "I know that they are real, don't let this end here"

    "I KNOW THAT THEY ARE REAL, DON'T LET THIS END HERE!" I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I turned around to see a small shack a little ways down the road. A sense of forbidding washed over me.

    Go.

    I slowly walked towards it. I knocked on a plastic sliding door and it slid open and revealed a beautiful woman with an elegant dress. She was a little taller than me with long raven black hair and pale skin. Her brown eyes were red and puffy with bags under them. She was a mess.

    "Do you truly believe in them?" She asked.

    Answer truthfully.

    Who is them?

    The Holders.

     Oh.

    "Sure." I replied. She gave me a weird look and tried to hide a smile.

    "Come in." She walked away into the shack.

    Take your shoes off!

    I quickly took off my shoes and ran after her. She led me to a room lined with valuable items. In the center was a weird table with a crystal ball in the center. Two chairs sat on opposite sides of the table. The woman was sitting in one of them.

    Don't touch anything and don't look at the legs off the table.

    I sat down across from her. She touched the Crystal ball.

    Touch it.

    I reached out and touched the cold Crystal.

    "What is your full name?" She asked.

    "Kathleen Jillian McCarty." As I said this white smoke floated from my lips and formed my name before floating into the crystal ball. "What was that?"

    "You have just given up your name, and if you want to continue this you will also have to give all your names; screen names, nicknames, and birthday, all of it." She looked sad. "Don't worry, it's not as bad as it sounds." She tried to reassure me. I nodded and gave her all my names and birthday. As the last letter floated into the ball she grabbed her crystal ball, stood up and motioned for me to follow her. She led me to a small room with a bed. On the bed was a small pile of white clothes. She stepped out side and closed the door.