Okay, this isn't really about The Summoning, and The Awakening. This is just the same idea. So no, you don't need to have read the books to understand this. Let me know how it is, thanks 8^D

This is just the Prologue, by the way, it's probably pretty boring, but this is just to start things off and kind of set the scene. I might have the next chapter up tonight, but no promises.

Could you imagine getting a phone call from your best friend and hearing that she, or he, is in a mental institution? Up until about 5 minutes ago, I never even thought of that being a possibility.

I mean, I always knew that Rachel was always a little insane, but so were 90% of my other friends, too. I guess I've always known Rach was different, though. She's not an average human, not even when she's compared to all the other weirdoes we hung out with.

I probably should have expected this, but I didn't not at all, especially not today. Today was a normal day up until 5 minutes ago. I woke up (after hitting the snooze button a good ten times), got ready for school, and walked up my street to Rachel's (and my second) home, and then walked to school with Rachel. School was the same as usual. The boring classes were boring, the fun classes were fun, and the hard classes were hard. The sluts were slutty, the funny guys funny, the perverts pervy, and the bitches were bitchy. Like I said, normal day, normal high school.

If only it had stayed normal. But of course, normal was too much to ask for when it came to Rachel and I.

Rach and I had been best friend since fourth grade. We were each other's other half, and everyone knew it. We were most definitely not normal, at all. We had always been weird, but most people weren't bothered by our weirdness. We called eat other Twin sometimes and would trick people into thinking that we were twins. It usually worked, too. We walked into each other's houses as if they were our own, we knew where everything was and helped ourselves to whatever. We spent almost every waking moment together and we always told each other about everything that happened while we were apart. We told each other everything, the good and the bad. We knew everything there was to know about each other.

We sound some-what normal, right? So why would Rachel be getting dragged off to the psych ward, especially without me? There was a reason for that. Something that only the two us knew about her. Well, no one knew before today.

But I wasn't expecting this today. I wasn't expecting Rach to call me up and tell me that she wouldn't be coming to school for awhile. I wasn't expecting her to reply with a "I have to live somewhere for people who are crazy" when I asked her why. I really wasn't expecting her to be completely serious about the whole thing.

Even now as I was driving to a small clinic in the woods with my pick-up bed filled up with a bunch of her crap, I wondered if she was really serious. Maybe this would be another funny joke like the time she tricked me into thinking I had a spider in my hair and I screamed so loud the neighbors came over with a baseball bat and asked what was wrong. Maybe I'd get there and she'd be standing in front of the clinic and laugh so hard she would have to struggle to utter out something about how easy it was to trick me and how gullible I was. But I knew this wasn't one of her pranks.

She wouldn't joke about having a meltdown in the middle of class and her poltergeist going wild. She wouldn't joke that people decided she had serious anger management issues and called in the men in white jackets. She wouldn't joke that scissors, pencils, and pens had gone flying and she had just about taken off three kids heads and someone probably had a broken arm. She wasn't that creative. This is what I was always of afraid of happening. She would get angry and her poltergeist would send things flying and hurt someone. Even though, she hadn't been near anything that had went flying, people assumed she threw it. Because people saw what they wanted to see, things had to fit in their perfect little boxes. Since I had known about Rachel's poltergeist for a long time, I had thrown all my boxes into the fire awhile ago.

So here I was, driving to a mental institution out in the woods, with a truck-load of crap to my best friend who had a poltergeist and was assumed to have serious anger management problems, hoping it was all a joke, but knowing it wasn't.

Like I said kind of boring so far, but it will get better (well I'm planning on it to, at least.) Let me know what you think, thanks for reading!

PS

Do you have any ideas of what to name the clinic?