IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD

Chapter 30- Oh The Things That Take Place In My Mind

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I glared at the woman angrily. She had fire red hair and ashy grey eyes. I wanted to hit her so hard but decided against it. I sighed and stood up. Everyone yelled there gazes on me.

"What the hell are you guys looking at! Did I grow another head?!" I wasn't being joking, but stern and serious. A nurse looked at me with worry basically written across her face.I looked down at my hands and saw blood all over them and a big burn covering my forearm.

"You went crazy in your dream and punched a wall. Then you laid back down and kept screaming and crying. And you were saying a lot of weird things." She spoke quietly as if it was all a secret. I looked back down at the burn and the pain of it now hit.

My mind flashed back to jumping through the flames. My knuckles throbbed and ached as more thick blood leaked from them.

Every one looked at me like I was going to crazy murder them so I made Xander make them leave; I was already in an asylum, I didn't need to be stared at like a zoo animal. So every one left with out another word.

I sat back down on my bed and looked at the burn. My flesh hurt and stung as if needles poked through the charred flesh. I could still see the fire on my arms when I thought about it. And then there was the case of my knuckles that I did not only not understand but didn't remember dreaming about.

I thought back through the odd dreams I had. I had been talking to Damian once, then I was aiding the crying child with Hally pointing guns everywhere, and then the last thing I recalled was having the gun to my head with the red haired lady.

A voice soon came on in my head. Think Katrina, the voice boomed. Xanders voice hurt my head and made my injuries ache mysteriously. About what? I responded. I felt my burn hurt even worse. The pain my body freeze.

I worked up the energy though the pain to look down at the burn and saw my burnt flesh begin to bleed and throb even more than before.

Then the pain subsided and the bleeding quit. His voice came back, Don't be a defiant idiot. Think about what dream was a lie. Think about why your hand would be bleeding. Think.

My mind wandered think about the curious request. Why did I have a cut open bleeding hand? What dream was a lie? Pause. I did dream blankly when the world was black and I was just alone and thinking about the pleasant dream. That could be it? Pause in thought again.

But that makes no sense. My mind is pretty janked up but I don't think that I punched a wall while I was thinking about how pleasant and happy I was in a nice dream about the sexy juvi kid? Sexy? Get a grip, Kat.

Xander's voice boomed again. Quit letting your mind wander. You have a gift now use it and think. I was infuriated by him even though I shouldn't have been. He is in a way like a big brother that controls me.

I was thinking! Don't get all hot and bothered because I let my mind actually like the attractive boy from baby prison! The pain hit my burn again, a bit less intense than the first time. I watched as my tingling red skin cracked and bleed as well as throbbed with every beta of my heart.

Okay! Okay! I am sorry! I screamed in my mind. The pain quit and I resumed thinking.

Off the topic of hot juvi kid, I didn't ever punch a wall. I got punched. I got punched really hard actually. I reached up and rubbed my jaw, just realizing that it ached.

I started to thing again but a new voice sounded in my head. It was gentle and happy. So what has your genuineness thought of? I laughed thinking of Rickey's face as he focused in to ask me a question.

I thought really hard and envisioned each word in my head as I tried to respond. I haven't thought of anything yet. Genius takes time, I responded.

As if a far away whisper, I could hear Rickey laughing faintly. The far away laughter made me smile but I still felt weird about the days events. So much had happened and I didn't want to even think about them, so I didn't.

I laid back down in my bed and stared at the blank ceiling in hopes that maybe thinking of nothing would put the days events in a corner of my mind that would eventually disappear.

But after about twenty minutes of starring blankly, a thought popped up in my head. I sat contemplating this thought for awhile. But like all semi-peaceful things in my life, something bad had to come and ruin it.

For what twisted reason did those people not only come to my room but also send my sisters in to talk to me and then why did all of those nurses and orderlies seem so wrapped up in me. I attacked several of them. One tried to give me IV fluids during the four year and I ended up putting the IV in her after I had pinned her down.

What does all of this add up to? Making my life hell, and for what? A reality TV show? Their own little sick bit of enjoyment? Are they scared of me? intrigued? threatened?

The thought nagged me for a few minutes until a very peculiar set of four people walked into my room. I sprang up at the sound of my heavy metal door squeaking open.

Filing in was a group of four that made me so curious that I stopped time. My body was hurting and thoughts persistently wanted to be enlightened but these three put my mind on edge and made me worry as I never have before.

I froze time and thought hard to release Rickey from the bond. He came running after a minute of being unfrozen. He gave me and odd look but gave the four in my room and even odder look.

"What in God's name do they want?" He asked. "Wow, you are getting slow. I knew what they wanted even before I froze time and Xander and I went on a treasure hunt through their minds." "Do explain," Rickey said plopping down onto my bed and kicking his feet up.

I pointed to the first person who had walked through the door. "This is Janelle Hathaway. She was one of my therapists and I kinda said some weird things during our appointment. Just some stuff about my dad." I pointed to the next person," This here is my father. This son of a bitch is part of the reason I roam the earth but who cares, he deserves to die a slow painful death because he treated my family like crap. Even though mist of them went and live with him because, well, everyone hates my mom."

I pointed to the third. "This is Ellie. She was the women that broke up my parents marriage and then married my dad. She is technically my step mom but I will accept her as that the minute hell freezes over. Need I say more."

Then my finger pointed to the final woman standing in the room. Her gray eyes even sparkled when time was still. I starred deep into her ashy face and remembered an angry look in them. I could still hear her words and still see her red hair as if I had just awoken from my dream.

"This is Natalie Freedmon."