As the day progresses, I find myself in the midst of a fierce mind battle. Everywhere I look I see transparent figures peering at me from a ditance.
I live a few blocks from my therapist, Dr. Renna. She and I have been talking since childhood, when my grandmother burned to death out side while weeding her garden. I saw her. I remember her screams as she went up in flames. There was nothing around her. No matches, no flammable devices, nothing. She just burned before my eyes. I was 12.
My family accused me of burning her. But there was no evidence. I have been under suspicion for years. The judge ordered me to undergo therapy indefinately so Dr. Rinna and I became close.
to be continued.
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