ALL BAD ✔️

•The Visions•

"Phoenix is one of our more, umm, troubled children here at the Hilltop Adoption Center. Are you sure you are ready to open your arms up to her?"
"I think we are quite ready," the man said.
"We've wanted a child of our own for quite a long time," the woman added. 'We just haven't had the time or money, so we decided to adopt a child."
A girl of about seven years old was sitting in the room opposite them, playing with her Barbies. She looked over to the people who would surely become her adoptive parents in the near future. This odd couple was William and Patricia Davis. I was the little girl playing with dolls. This story is about what happened to that little girl.
I quickly grew out of dolls after that. You know, they really aren't my taste. Monsters, devils, and toys of that sort were what I was really into, if you know what I mean. I was called into the room with my adoptive parents so they could meet me. "Hey, Phoenix. Meet your new parents," the man said. I don't remember much about him. I only remember that he creeped me out. "This is William and Patricia. Come say hi." I didn't. I stayed at the doorway. I never was that trusting., but in time, I came to trust them. In fact, they were the only people I did trust. I was their baby and I loved living in an actual home with parents of my own. However, that faded quickly.
I started having visions early on in life... visions that made my parents question my mental health. My visions started out small. As they got more frequent, my parents brought me to see someone about the visions. The woman there made me see the visions while I was there.
"I see a tall, dark figure walking down a hallway towards me. It looks scary." ... "I am in a large room. The floor is lava. I feel like I'm going to sink into the floor."
The visions continued to get worse as time went on.
"What do you see," the woman asked.
I tossed and turned. "There's fire... a never-ending fire. People running, screaming. They are burning. They never die. They only burn... forever." "Anything else?" she replied. "There is a woman in front of me. Her skin is black and I can't make out her face. She is screaming loudly. I feel her pain." I started burning up and breathing heavily. The woman shook me out of my vision. After this, they started putting me on medications to make my visions less frequent.