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"What the fuck?" Caroline asked her mother, who was sitting on the couch in front of her.

"Look, I'm sorry, but you need to see a therapist Caroline." Natalie tried convince her daughter.

Caroline shook her head, not believing that her own mother would send her to a therapist like that.

"Look, I don't need a therapist! I'm not crazy. I'm not unstable. I'm fine! I'm completely, fine. I'm not- I-" her breaths were starting to get heavy and Caroline felt like she couldn't breathe. Her mother rushed towards her, putting her hands on her shoulders and looking at her in concern.

"Are you okay, Caroline? Is this- Is this a panic attack?" Her mother asked her, her voice no longer calm but slightly shaky.

"I don't- I don't know," Caroline managed to wheeze out. She was clutching her neck desperatly trying to get some air into her lungs. It felt like she was being choked. Underwater.

"Caroline. You need to calm down!" Natalie said to her daughter, raising her voice slightly. "Caroline!" She yelled louder and this time, Caroline looked towards her. She was still struggling to breathe.

"I need you to calm down! Okay? Repeat after me," She commanded. Caroline nodded, or at least tried to in her state.

"One," She said, nodding slightly, trying to get her daughter to repeat after her.

"One." It took Caroline a few seconds to repeat the word.

"Two," Natalie said, now showing the slightest hint of a smile.

"Two." The young girl repeated, now calming down ever so slightly.

"Okay- okay good. Now, three." The older woman said, nodding a little again.

This time it took Caroline more than a few seconds, but her breaths weren't as ragged anymore.

"Three."

"Four," Her mother was now showing a reassuring smile.

"Four."

"And five."

Caroline was now calming down and could muster out a "five". She was still breathing heavily, her hands on her knees as she looked up at her mother.

"Are you okay?" Natalie asked, worry was evident in her voice.

"Yeah- I'm fine."

"Listen, I know you think you're fine, and you don't want to go to a therapist, but-" Natalie started, trying to convince her daughter.

"Mom! It was just a panic attack! Why do I have to go to a therapist because of that?" She asked, her voice raised slightly.

"You don't understand. That's not the only reason you need to see one, okay? I'm just worried about you!"

It took a minute or two but Caroline finally agreed.

"Alright."


"Caroline, tell me, how are you feeling right now?"

"Well, I'm hungry, I'm tired and I am super annoyed that I have to talk to you." Caroline sassed the woman dressed in fancy clothing sitting in front her.

The woman- Miss. Hastings however did not seem at all affected by the girl's sass and only kept on studying Caroline quietly.

There was an awkward silence for a while until Caroline decided to speak.

"So are you just gonna stare at me?" The strawberry blonde finally snapped, crossing her arms.

"Right. Caroline, please tell me when did the nightmares start?" Miss. Hastings asked carefully, as if afraid if she said the wrong thing Caroline would snap and freak out once again.

Mom must have told her about the nightmares, Caroline thought.

"Three or four weeks- almost a month after the- the incident." Caroline gulped, not meeting the woman's eyes.

"After the incident involving you and your sister?" The woman asked slowly.

Caroline nodded, taking a deep breath, "It was just nightmares at first, then when school started and- and the random killings started happening in town, it started getting worse."

Caroline took another breath.

"I started- I started seeing things." She slowly admitted, finally looking up at the woman watching her curiously.

"Seeing things like what?" Miss. Hastings asked the young girl, tilting her head a little bit.

Caroline opened her mouth to answer but no words would escape her mouth. She was staring down at Miss. Hastings's hand, that was on the table, holding a pen.

To Caroline, however, it seemed as though the hand was bigger and wrapped up in hundreds of dirty and old bandages, there was blood around it as well. Overall it looked disgusting.

The girl's eyes widened almost comically and she sat up straight in her seat, her eyes not leaving the hand.

"Caroline?" Miss. Hastings asked in worry. Though to Caroline the voice that said her name sounded different than a young woman's voice. It was deeper, creepier.

She was terrified of the voice, so Caroline screamed as loud as she could and grabbed a random pen on the table, stabbing it into Miss. Hastings hand. The woman screamed in pain and gripped her own hand that has been stabbed, holding her other hand over it, trying to stop the blood that was slowly dripping.

Caroline stared with wide eyes as the woman in front of her cried in pain, blood already dripping from the wound she inflicted. The young girl didn't even flinch at the screams. Caroline didn't even look away from the view in front of her when two guards opened the door and ran towards her.

Caroline only let out another loud scream when the guards gripped her arms scaring her and not letting her move.

"Let me go!" She yelled, trying to get out of the guard's grip. No success.

"I'll get her mother." Miss. Hastings said, her voice shaky and she was holding onto her hand, which still had a pen stabbed in it.

She rushed out the door, and went to search for the insane girl's mother.

"Let me go you bastards!" Caroline yelled at the guards, they were still holding onto her and not letting go. Her arms were already starting to hurt.

"We're not gonna hurt you. Just calm down!" One of them yelled. This time Caroline calmed down and stopped moving. She was out of breath and was looking down at the floor, knowing that if she looked at someone they would only stare at her with judgy looks.

The guards have let go of Caroline and told her to sit in the chair she was sitting on previously. Caroline was too tired to argue.

"Care-bear?" Caroline looked up at her mother, seeing her standing at the door with her arms crossed. She looked angry.

"Hi, mom." Caroline almost whispered, looking down again, not wanting to see her mother's judgmental glare.

"I'll deal with her." Natalie nodded at the guards, allowing them to leave. And so they left closing the door behind then and leaving Natalie and her daughter alone. The older woman started walking towards her daughter and crouched down in front of her so she would match her level and look her in the eyes.

"Caroline, what happened in there?" She asked.

Caroline was silent, afraid, her mother would call her crazy.

"Caroline answer me." Her mother was loosing patience quickly and was now almost glaring at her daughter, demanding for an answer.

"I- I saw something- I think I saw something. I- I mean her hand, Miss. Hastings hand was all weird and- and I heard someone whisper my name- It was terrifying. It was like- a demon or something I don't know! I didn't know what to do!"

"So you decided to stab her hand?!" Natalie exclaimed, standing up and looking at her daughter in shock and disappointment.

"I'm sorry okay!" Caroline snapped, looking up at her mother.

Natalie sighed and walked out the room, only pausing at the doorway to tell her daughter to 'wait here'.


After sitting in silence for 20 minutes Caroline heard someone approaching, and she looked up, expecting to see her mother. Instead she saw three men, they seemed to be in their thirties and were wearing these white suits.

Caroline stood up from the chair. "Who the hell are you?" She asked.

"Your mother called us, don't worry." One of the men replied. He had that murderer look in his eyes, that's what it seemed like to Caroline anyway.

"What? Where is she then?"

"I'm right here." Her mother answered walking in to the room. "Don't worry Caroline. They're taking you to a safe place." Her mother said.

"What are you talking about?" Caroline asked, as two of the men came up to her and started leading her put the room.

"What the hell is going on?!" Caroline exclaimed, her patience running thin as she looked at her mother who was following behind her with the other man.

"Don't worry sweetheart, you'll be okay!" Was her mother's only reply.

Caroline didn't reply this time and looked at the guard on the left side of her, a small badge catching her eye. She stared at the little badge that had 'Eichen House' and something else written on there that she couldn't read.

The girl's eyed widened as she realized what was happening."Eichen House? You're taking me to Eichen House?" She yelled out to her mother, her voice was loud and it was clear she was furious.

"It's for your own good Caroline!" Her mother replied, following closely behind.

"My own good?" Caroline let out a humorless laugh, "You're sending me to Eichen House! You think I'm crazy! That's where the crazy ones go!" She yelled out, struggling in the grip of the two men who worked at Eichen House.

"Does Lydia even know?" She yelled out. The expression on her mother's face made the answer clear. "You didn't even tell her? How could you give up on me so soon?" She was now looking on the floor in front of her, refusing to look at her mother. The only emotion she held towards the woman at the moment was hate.

They were now outside, the men were leading her to a big white van. Caroline said nothing and didn't even blink when they pushed her in the van.

Lydia, who was waiting for her mother and sister saw how Caroline was being led to the van that had 'Eichen House' written in big letters. She wasted no time in rushing out the car and running after her mother who was just letting Caroline be taken away.

"Mom? Mom what's going on?" Lydia asked and Natalie's head snapped towards her other daughter as she quickly started explaining.

"Look. This is a good thing okay! They're gonna help her!" She said, smiling slightly although you could see tears in her eyes.

Tears were gathering up in Lydia's eyes as well. "What are you talking about? You're sending her to Eichen House!" Lydia yelled out, waving her arms around wildly, a trait she picked up from Stiles.

"She'll be safe there!" Natalie tried calming her older daughter down.

"No, she wont! I'm not letting them take her!" She yelled at her mother, starting to head towards her younger sister but was help back by her mother.

"You can't do that, Lydia!" She exclaimed, holding Lydia back.

Tears were freely falling from Lydia's eyes. "No! No- Caroline!" She yelled out, hoping her sister would see her.

Fortunately, Caroline did and her eyes snapped towards her older sister, she tried to run towards her but was held back by one of the guards as Lydia was held back by her mother.

Caroline was now crying as well. "Lydia! Lydia, I'll be okay! Don't worry about me! Promise me you won't worry about me too much!" She yelled to her sister.

"I- I promise." She yelled back, nodding swiftly.

"I love you!" Caroline said, not yelling anymore but Lydia could still hear her.

"I love you too, sister." Lydia replied, not yelling anymore ether.

Their mother was looking between them both, tears in her eyes,the tears that never fell.

Caroline looked at her mother one more time, her facial expression turning into one full of hate.

"I hate you." She spit at her mother one last time as the doors to the van closed and Caroline could no longer see her dear sister and Natalie. The men have put cuffs on her hands, just in case the young girl tried something.

Caroline didn't plan on doing anything. Her mind was blank. So was her expression. No emotion was shown on her face anymore. She simply couldn't bring herself to feel.


SO I HOPED YOU GUYS LIKED THIS
This was a little taste of whats to come I guess. This shows why her mother sent her to Eichen House and stuff!