“Uh oh here he comes, you’re gonna get it now.” she said running through the closet door. A larger than life version of her father came through the door and looked at her. He shook his head and looked at her with nothing but revulsion.

“I really wanted to make things work with your mother but, she doesn’t love you. So I guess… I guess I’m stuck with you then.” his voice deepened as his now black eyes looked down on her, “Talk about the short end of the fucking stick.”

Bette couldn’t do anything. Her body was immobilized and she didn’t want these hallucinations to keep happening. She heard the girl giggling still in the closet, “Look.” she whispered as Bette’s mind zoomed in on the closet and they were in the same park her mother use to take her to. Her hand felt like it was being held, it was familiar to her. It was bigger than hers and definitely feminine. Then she felt the graze of her mother’s wedding ring against her finger. Bette could feel her heartbeat speed up and she wanted to yell out to her mother to stay. That she would change any and everything about herself if necessary for her to stay. But it was to late the hand pulled from her grasp and her hand was now empty again. She looked further across the park and the people surrounding them both became iridescent and see through. A sudden blast of wind changed the entire picture surrounding her mother and she became a distant figure in a painting with her back to Bette. She couldn’t touch the painting and she couldn’t talk.

Bette’s head felt heavy and numb, like someone was squeezing it in a vice. She felt her body rise up and elevate off of the bed. And in an even quicker motion she was brought to an upright position. Her toes now tickling the sheets.

“This is all your fault. If you hadn’t thought that someone actually liked you we wouldn’t be here right now.” she smiled so sweetly at Bette. “You should know better.” she said hiding behind her cute little hands. “Aww, don’t cry, you know I’m only telling you the truth… You want me to stop?” the girl looked at Bette and smiled wide again. “I can’t silly,” she said dropping her hands again. “We’re just getting started.” she chuckled at the end in a distorted demonic voice with her now black eyes outlined in a glowing red.