My mom stands there not knowing whether to scream or help. She runs away from me! I look down at the packed backpack beside my feet and yank it into my arms.

            She’s scared! I’m a goddamn monster!

            I ran out of my home not sure where I was heading but all I knew was that I was leaving this shit. I ran faster than I ever had in my life. Darkness fills up my mind. I can’t feel anything. I fell to the ground breathless. No one had chased after me. No one tried. My mom was gone. I can decide. Keep running or go back home. What’s the point of going home?

            “Lilly, Rae, you need to try to fight the trauma head on.”

            “WHO’S RAE?!” I yell out, breaking into tears. “NANNY!”

            Nanny was my aunt who happened to be a witch. I ran down the road in desperation. After about 20 minutes of running, I arrived at her house. I knock on the door.

            “Hey nanny.” I say out of breath.

            “Hello dear, are you… okay?” She says noticing my cuts and the fact I am out of breath.

            “Um well that’s why I’m here…” I said pushing my shoulders inward in awkwardness.

            She invites me into her home, brews me a cup of tea and we sit down on her purple couch.

            “What’s bothering you honey?” She says concerned. I couldn’t speak. Instead, I burst into tears. “I’m sorry.” My voice shook as I said this. She gives me a partial hug and said,

            “Want to try something else?” She walked to her shelf and picked up a package of tarot cards. She notions to me as if to say “Yes?” I nodded a little still in tears. She lays out the cards and carefully shuts her eyes and begins to touch the cards. Then she lays out three cards out.

            “Your present actions show, oh let’s see, nine of swords… so you’ve been feeling worried or the pain of guilt from something… and five of cups, despair sadness… and four of cups, apathy, you are blaming yourself for something that maybe wasn’t your fault, but you still think it is, so you are worried, guilty and scared of it. Oh dear…” She says and picks up the cards and places them back into the deck. “Let’s see your future… eight of cups, hard decision, oh… deceitfulness, oh dear which is seven of swords, last one…ten of swords, giving up.” I looked at her confused as she said this.

            “Oh… I.” I say wiping my tears away.

            “I have something for you…. Uh wait a moment out here.” She says this walking into her potion room.

            I stare at the wall; I look at the clock and it says 3:27 a.m....

            “We are here.” the driver says, looking back at me. He gets out and goes inside the building. I try to open the door, even though I know it is locked.

            After a few moments he comes back with a wheelchair. He then opens the door and I get into the chair.

            Why am I listening to the directions?

            “I need to go to the bathroom.” I say in hope.

            “Can you wait?” He says firmly.

            “No, I have to go right now.” I say quickly.

            “Fine.” He then takes me to the bathroom I go inside.

            Every bathroom has a vent. My dad that passed taught me a lot when I was younger. So, I know how to get into vents.

            I climb up the door with my feet on the toilet seat.

            Am I really fucking doing this?! Wait- I could just drown myself! Or a concussion. Wait… but the curse.

            See the curse my nanny gave me made it so every time I die, I get reincarnated unless I’m worthy for heaven.

            “Here Lilly, drink this.”

            “What-“

            “Just drink it, Lilly.” She then drank some as well, “See harmless!” Seeing this I drink a sip.

            This means my nanny is either up in heaven or was reincarnated. I guess I will never know.

            “Hey, you okay in here?” The driver says, peaking his head in so I could hear.

            “Yeah.” I exclaim.

            Fuck, I have no choice, I guess I must go to “jail.”

            I go out of my stall and wash my hands. Then I walk out of the bathroom.

            “Okay, come with me.” The driver says pushing me to go. I flinch from him touching me.

            “Hello, I am Doctor Hudson I will be your doctor here at our facility.”

            I stare deep into his eyes as we sit down in an empty room with just two chairs.

            “On a scale 1-10 what is your mood right now?”

            “10.” I say, accidentally rolling my eyes.

            “Please take this seriously.” He says looking all fucking pissed like a toddler. I want to laugh at him so bad, though I keep my cool.

            “5 I guess.” I say still lying.

            “Okay… Do you drink or smoke or do any sort of drug.”