There was banging at the door. "This is the police!" Splinters from the door came flying in my direction. I was terrified and confused. "We have a warrant." The next thing I knew, I was in handcuffs on my front porch.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"We're searching your house."

"For what?"

"You will be told by another officer." But I wasn't told until I was inside of the patrol car.

I could hear my house being torn apart. Tears filled and overflowed from my blue eyes. I knew that I had done nothing wrong. I could feel my face turning as red as my lips the harder I cried. Panic filled my lungs and I gasped for breath.

"Anna Williams, you're under arrest for the murder of Eric Jones."

But the sirens didn't stop. It was the sound of my alarm clock manifesting itself into my nightmare. I awoke, my heart pounding out of my chest and my mouth was dry as though I'd been screaming. My face was pale and my body was drenched in sweat. I got up to take a shower before work.

The water was calming and warm against my body. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn't wash away my nightmare. I knew I'd never killed anyone, yet it was me in my dream and it was my name that the officer called. I couldn't understand it. At the same time, I knew I was over-analyzing. Maybe it just meant that I an sorry for the way that my sister has been running her life. Or perhaps somewhere in the dark depths of my mind I longed to see her suffer in life like I had in the dream. I decided to stop thinking about it, hoping I would forget or that the answer would come to me in time.

I walked into the office with a confident air, hoping everyone would ignore the bags beneath my eyes. "Good morning, Doctor Williams. Here is your schedule for today." I scanned my schedule as I walked to the filing cabinet. "Oh, Doctor?" My secretary poked her head into the room. "Your first client is here early, just thought I would let you know." I smiled and thanked her and continued going over the case files.

"I just don't know what to do, Doctor, he's even started smoking again." The distressed girl sitting across from me was looking for answers in a relationship that seemed very one-sided.

"Well, Julia, there's a technique called rapid smoking, which is where you inhale every six seconds. It's supposed to make smoking unappealing. But he has to be willing to quit; you can't force it." I tried to give her an encouraging smile. "But it seems to me that Hwoarang doesn't respect you. I can't tell you what to do, you need to come to your own decision."

"Yes," Julia stood up triumphantly, "you're right. And I think I need to break up with him." She wore a grin on her countenance and her hands rested on her hips. Then, suddenly, the grin faded and her hands dropped as she collapsed back down into the chair with a groan. "Doctor Williams, I don't know what to say to him." Now her face was filled with fear and anxiety.

"Hwoarang, this isn't working and you need to leave?" I suggested.

"But then he'll ask why and I don't think I can tell him why. I'm just not strong enough when it comes to this sort of thing."

"Julia, you're a strong girl. I know; I've seen it. And you may not see it right now but that girl is in you somewhere just begging to beat him to a pulp. I'm not suggesting physical violence, I just think he needs that firm hand to set him straight. You deserve better and if he won't give you that, then he's not worth having around."

Julia smiled. Her wristwatch beeped and she started heading for the door. "Thank you. I'll see you next week, Doctor Williams."

"Take care, Julia." I jotted down some more notes into her case file and returned it to the cabinet.

My mind kept drifting back to the nightmare. I knew it was going to be a long day.