I finally drove through the hospital gates almost crying in relief that I made it out of the traffic. The engine’s low growl echoing off the white walls of the specially reserved parking garage. My mind is a whirlwind of images: the rusty knife in my mother's hand, jasmine and Brianna. Too much for sweet innocent girl like me. I thought amusedly, my giggle echoing in the empty space. Creepy!!.

I feel a strange sense of power surging through me, a dark heat that sits just beneath my skin.

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