Chapter 7

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        A bright light that was blinding me became suddenly clear. I look around to notice that everyone seems to be wearing black as if going to a funeral. They quickly grab me and tie me to a wooden poll. A lady looks at me straight in the eyes and says, " This is for what you did," lights a match and throws it at me and I can feel the burning sensation like the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once. By the time I'm half way on fire I'm screaming. 
        When I scream I suddenly jolt up from bed and look around. My dad suddenly opens the door and looks at me. " Are you alright? I heard screaming." I look at him and answer, " It was just a nightmare." He sighs and responds with, "Well, go get ready. The therapist will be here any minute." He then closes the door and I get out of bed, throw on a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt and run down stairs. 

                I stare at the therapist and slowly speak..

        " I'm miss autonomy, miss nowhere, I'm at the bottom of me. Miss androgyny, miss don't care." 
        " Are these what people call you?"  He says and I nod. 
        "I am misused, I feel like their slave. Misguided, I mind it. I feel like I'm missing the train." 
        " I understand." No you don't. 
        "I'm miss fortune, miss so soon, I'm like a bottle of pain. I'm misused, miss cunts-trued ,I don't         need to be save. Miss slighted, I mind it." 
        "Anymore emotions?" I shake my head, " Okay, tell me what has happened this week."
        " I went to school and came home, went to bed, woke up, went to school, came home, went to bed, woke up, went to school, came home, went to bed, woke up, went to school, came home, woke up, went to school, came home, went to bed, etc." 
        " You are making this hard for me." 
        " I know."
        " Have you ate at all this week?" 
        " A little, but I try to aviod it." 
        " You need to fix the eating disorder or you will have to be sent to a hospital." 
        " I understand." 

        After I finsh, I start to walk out and by the time I reach the stairs something hard hits me in the back of the head and I quickly fall to the ground and black out. I suddenly wake up, with my hands ties up hanging from the cealing. And glance over to see Hayden. 

" You might have gotten away once, but not this time." 
" You aren't going to kill me."
"Oh, but I am."
" Admit it, I'm stronger than you and you know it." 
" At least I can't die, again"
" Oh but honey, as long as I'm living here, you will wish you were able to go to hell." 
" Hell? Really?" 
I glance at the lamp sitting on the side table and quickly grab it with my mind and I watch as it floats in the air. I glance at Hayden and it flys right over to her hitting her head and making her fall. 
" How the fuck are you able to do that?" She says as she stands up. 
" Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream." 


        I glance up at the rope that I'm tied to and break it with my mind and I fall to the floor. I stand up and put my hand in a motion and stare at Hayden, lifting her up and up. I then throw my arm to the other side of the room and she follows and quickly slams onto a table mumbling the words, "Witch," and I respond back with, " Well maybe if you stop procastinating, you'll actually kill me." 


A/N: Thank you Seeker for the cover!!! 

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