Foreshadowing of Her Future
Alice opens a psychiatry practice to prevent her past from repeating for another child. Little does she know that she will get a chance to fulfill this purpose sooner than she thinks.
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“This will be good for you, Alice.” Jasper’s arms were wrapped around my waist, pulling me in possessively. I had just finished telling him what I planned to do and we were standing outside of his philosophy building. Jasper was also enrolled in Dartmouth, just not as a freshman like Edward, Bella and I. He wanted to finish the major he began in the time after Edward left Bella.
“I know.” It pleased me that he agreed.
“It will be hard, though. Don’t get me wrong. Most of your patients won’t want help. These kids will scream, throw fits and basically do their best to make your life miserable. And the few that act nice will break your heart.”
“I have to do this. I have to do this.”
That’s what I kept repeating to myself as I watched Theodosia cry. This was my first client and her story hit a bit too close to home for comfort. What if I messed this up? A child’s life, her well being, was in my hands.
“Theodosia, what’s it like when you see these things?”
“For a moment, I can’t see anything at all. Then I get flickers of images, screenshots really. I normally only see things about the people I’m around. The images are clearest when I am right next to the person. I began to see things about three years ago. I was eleven at the time and had just entered junior high. At first it was visions about kids in my class. One boy was going to fall and break his arm; a girl would spill ink down the front of her shirt. I wasn’t real close with any of them, so I just kept it to myself. When it started happening to my family, I had to tell them. But they thought I was lying.
“A few weeks ago, Cindy stole a few of my things. Little stuff, but it made me mad. I told mom and she grounded Cindy for two months. When I saw her falling down the stairs, I told everyone. Apparently, Cindy thought she could use this as a chance to get revenge. She purposely fell down the stairs and then blamed it on me. Now everyone thinks I’m deranged on top everything else. Do you believe me?” Theo’s eyes were glistening with crystal-like tears. My heart went out to the child.
“Yes. Believe it or not, I have these visions as well. I just don’t know what to tell your mother. Theodosia, would you do me a favor and ask her to come in? I have to hear her thoughts on this as well.”
“Certainly.” Though I did not have a talent like Jasper’s, I could feel the relief coming off her in waves. I heard Theo, as I had come to call her in my head, ask her mother to come into the office. I got up to greet Ms. White.
“Please sit down. Theodosia, would you wait outside, please?” The girl’s eyes flickered in anger for a moment, she was afraid that this was all a ploy and that I didn’t believe her at all, but then she walked out, closing the door behind her.
“Ms. White, would you like to tell me a bit about what the problem is with your daughter? She told me about her visions, but I would like to hear your side of things. “ I had to see how bad she perceived the situation to be.
“At first, Theodosia would just see small things, like her sister slipping in a thunderstorm or the dog tracking in mud. But then her visions began to grow more and more dangerous. She gets so mad when we don’t listen to her. I sometimes can’t help but wonder if some small part of her is hoping her visions will come true, just for the sake of being right.
“Dosie took it the hardest when her father died. She was eleven and junior high was always hard for her. But when she pushed her sister down the stairs…” Ms. White had to pause and wipe the tears from her eyes. It was obvious to me that this was not just a spur of the moment decision.
“She can’t stay in my house anymore. Not after that. If you can’t give her something to control these so called “visions,” I’m going to have to send her away. My sister knows this institution, Windlemier, that she says is great with children.”
My brain shut down after that. Windlemier was the asylum my parents sent me to. It was the only word I saw, besides the name of the kind vampire who changed me and that of the electroshock technician, for years. I couldn’t let this happen. I needed to see Carlisle. Now.