"So, Miss Hatfield," says Dr. Lumpkin, fixing her gaze on mine, "you claim you have strange visions at night, more specifically when you go to bed and close your eyes. What exactly do you see?"

I clear my throat, failing to conceal my increasing nervousness. "I see someone dying, every single night. The first time I had this kind of vision was three weeks ago, and I saw Kaitlin Decker, an old friend of mine from college, standing by a corpse in a pool of blood. She didn't even have the force to scream."

"Can you identify the corpse?" she asks as she restarts scribbling on her notebook.

"Well, in the vision Kaitlin calls him by his name. Kennedy. I don't know how he's related to her, sorry," I answer, knowing that this unfortunately won't be enough for her to come up with a solution for my hassles.

"Do you see the exact same vision every night?"

I shake my head. "No. Every night, I see someone different. For instance, the day after that vision was displayed in my mind, I saw Effie Bryson coughing blood by Main Street. The following day, it was Nina McVeigh's turn. She was hanged by a lamp post."

Dr. Lumpkin lets out a horrified comment. "Ugh. Gross. And what about last night? Can you remember anything."

I close my eyes and sigh. I wish I didn't have to tell her what I saw last night. But, if I want her help, I have no choice. "Well, this is a painful one. Last night, I saw myself and Jenny Winters, my best friend, going clubbing with some guys. After around 2am, the boys were no longer with us. Jenny and I found out that someone shot at them."

"Any idea on who it could be?"

I mutter, barely retaining tears. "Charlotte Pope."

"Do I know her?" asks again Lumpkin, looking perplexed.

"Well, Doc-" As soon as I start answering this question, she raises a hand and stops me, smiling at me in a reassuring way.

"Please, Joy, let's drop formalities. Call me Leanne." That's a shocker. In years of being my family therapist, she's never been so informal to me. Seriously. I guess it's time for a change, then.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you this way. Go on."

I continue from where she just stopped me. "Charlotte is the last person on Earth I'd want to see. In another of my visions, she's responsible for making my parents divorce and then killing Dad!"

"Oh, God! Is she a recurrent figure?"

I nod. "She is. Almost every night, she haunts my mind, turning dreams into nightmares."

"And I guess people think you're just imagining things." I nod again, this time more resolutely. Leanne states, "Well, Joy, I'm afraid they're wrong. Your visions are not the result of your imagination. They're predictions. If they turn into reality, then your loved ones are doomed."

"So, this means that my parents, Jenny, the others-"

"You're all in danger. Especially you, Joy. Since prescription pills are exactly the last thing you need to overcome these visions, I'd advise that you come here every Thursday at 5pm, so that we can come up with a good strategy, okay?"

I nod for the ump-teenth time. "Thank you so much. This is exactly what I needed to hear."

And, hopefully, disaster won't take over.

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