Three days. It had been tree days since Isabella's last visit to the Flynn-Fletcher household. Three days since she became adicted to coffe. Three days since she only left the room for eating and eventually going to the toilet or taking a shower. Three days since Phineas had given up on calling Isabella to check on her. Three days since she couldn't sleep. Three days since her mother decided she needed a psychiatric. Three days since Baljeet's dead.

Monday finally came by, her first sesson with the psychiatric. First she didn't want to go, but she eventually agreed. Maybe it was best for her.

She got in the car and her mother drove her there.

"Hello Isabella, I'm Sally Mason, nice to meet you" the tall thin woman said. She had long orange hair that went down to her knees. "You can go Miss. Garcia Shapiro, we'll be OK"

"I'll pick you up in an hour, sweety" Vivian told her daughter.

"Bye mum, love you"

Isabella and Sally walked into a room. It had bookshelfs, and in the middle of the room there were a red couch and a wooden chair.

"Sit down dear" Sally said pointing to the couch.

Isabella sat down on the leather couch while Sally sat on the chair.

"What's happening to you my dear?" The woman asked.

"I've been having nightmares lately"

"And that stops you from sleeping... what kind of nightmares? Do they make you remember something?"

"I don't really know, each time I have a nightmare, it comes to life, but then I forget what I dreamed. It's driving me crazy, I can't even sleep. I... I don't know what to do." The raven haired girl answered with tearfilled eyes.

"Maybe that's just your imagination"

"No, it's not... I know it's real, I know it's my fault"

Each monday since then Sally tried to make Isabella feel like it wasn't her fault. Their friendship grew stonger. The fourth monday, Sally thought Isabella was ready to sleep againg.

"Lets try something out, shall we?"

Isabella nodded with her head.

"Close your eyes and relax"

Isabella did as she was told.

"Now, try your best to fall asleep, and remember, you're in control of your dreams"

Isabella was fastly asleep. She opened her eyes. She was on the same room. Sally was there, staring at her.

"You see my dear, nothing happened"

Suddenly the door shot open, someone with a hood on ran into the room with a gun on it's hands. Both Sally and Isabella quickly hided one behind a desk, and the other under the couch. The person shot two bullets on Isabella's direction, but they both missed. He shot other two bullets at Sally, but they didn't miss. One went directly to her chest, and another went to her head, killing her instantly.

Isabella woke up screaming. She was resting on the red leather couch. Tears were running down both her cheeks.

She looked to her side... Sally was surrounded by a pool of blood.

Isabella jumped down from the couch and ran over to a telephone that was on the woman's desk.

"911" she said quickly dialing.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I'm in Maple street 6931, a woman's been killed" she could barely talk between her sobs.

"Alright, we're going" the man said on the other side.

Isabella ran outside, and called her mother who arrived fastly.

"What happened?" Vivian asked

"I don't know, I fell asleep, and when I woke up she was dead"

"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault"

How could she tell her mother it WAS her fault she was dead? She had hidden the secret for almost a week, it was time for her to tell her mother.

"Mum, I need to tell you something, I..."

Her sentence was interrupted by a piecing scream coming from two blocks away.

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So there goes the third chapter... I hope you liked it. I don't know when will I update again so... anyway, let me know how it was on the reviews.