Chapter
Thirty-One: She Won’t Leave Me:
I stood out in
the hallway, trembling. I shouldn’t be here. I am risking his life by having him
talk to me. This was Mama’s idea anyway. Back when she didn’t believe me. I
grabbed the sides of my head and shook it. The ringing ran lose in my mind. I
whimpered with tears in my eyes.
Someone grabbed
me by the back of my head.
“What did you
tell him?” I heard in my ear.
“Nothing, I
swear it,” I whimpered.
“Don’t lie to
me!” she hissed. “I know you have been talking to him. What did you tell him?”
She followed me here? I had gotten used to it being quiet around me.
“Please leave me
alone,” I said. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore!” Miranda grabbed me by my
hair. I tried to push her off of me.
“Stop it! No!” I
cried. I tried to hit her off of me. “No! Why are you doing this to me?!”
“What did you
tell him?!” Miranda shouted. “What did you tell him?!”
“Get off me!” I
screamed. “Leave me alone!” I found myself tackled ground. I flailed my arms
about. My feet tried to kick her off. I think they made contact with her
abdomen. Miranda let off a wild howl.
“Bitch!” she
screamed. She started wailing on my head and shoulders.
“Why are you
doing this to me?!” I yelled. “Why do you hate me so much?!”
“Kinsey?” I
heard over the screaming. I looked up to see Dr. Sherman and another
psychiatrist standing over me. I just lay there, panting.
“Are you okay?”
he asked.
“No!” I shouted.
“What was that
just now?” the lady therapist asked.
“Miranda!” I
shouted. “She’s trying to kill me! I didn’t do anything wrong! I’m innocent! I’m
innocent!” Tears started running down my face. The female psychiatrist knelt
down and pulled me into her arms. I cried against her chest.
“It’s okay now,”
she whispered. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I hiccupped with sobs. Was this how it was
going to be from now on? Was Miranda going to attack me at every turn? I broke
down shivering in her arms.
“I don’t want
this,” I whispered. “Make her go away. I can’t take this anymore. I don’t want
to die.”
“We won’t let
you,” she whispered. I wished I could believe her. I really could.
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Dr. Sherman
called Grandma to have someone pick me up. He stayed with me in the lobby. I
kept my eyes to the floor.
“Has it always
been like this?” he asked in a low voice. I shook my head.
“Did it start
recently?” he asked. I nodded once. My body started shaking again. Then he said
something that really threw me into panic.
“I would like to
come by your house,” Dr. Sherman told me. “Like just to see how things are for
you there.” I stared at him with big eyes.
“You can’t!” I
yelped. He raised an eyebrow at me.
“Why is that?”
Dr. Sherman asked. I buried my face on my knees.
“She’ll kill
you,” I blurted out.
“Don’t be
silly,” he said. “She’s an invisible being. She can’t hurt me.” That was the
worst thing that he could say. It didn’t help that he didn’t sound like he could
be convinced otherwise. I didn’t have to look up to see the look on his face.
Dr. Sherman rubbed me on the shoulders.
“I won’t stay too long,” he said. “I just want to stay over for dinner and see what your home life is like.” I didn’t answer. What would be the point of arguing back? Dr. Sherman wouldn’t have listened anyway. His visit to my house was going to happen whether I wanted it to know or not. And it was only going to worse.