Finally another chapter...
Summary: Tori has a terrible accident and she starts to see weird things. Nobody believes her and she thinks that she has gone crazy. Is she right?
"Victoria Vega, doctor Sanders is waiting for you. It's best if your parents stay here." I nodded and I followed the woman towards doctor Sanders' office.
Doctor Sanders was a surprisingly small guy. He smiled when he saw enter me in the room. "You must be Victoria Vega. I'm doctor Sanders, but you can call me Tom during these sessions if it would make you feel comfortable." He shook my hand. I awkwardly sat down in a chair waiting for what Tom would do next.
"Well, since this is the first time for you, why don't you tell me about yourself?" He asked.
"Okay, I'm Tori Vega and I go to Hollywood Arts. I like to sing and act. That's the whole reason why I'm at that school. My sister gets on my nerves all the time. I have a lot of good friends that help me and I also have nice parents. That's about it." I said.
Tom nodded. "So can you tell me why you're here?"
"My friends have been having these freak accidents. Beck got a lamp thrown to his head. Cat got stabbed in her eye with a straw. André had asthma attack at my house. These accidents happened when I was there. Someone told about these freak accident to my parents and they now think that I caused all these accidents somehow. But I honestly didn't. Beck, Cat, and André can all tell you that. There is really no reason why I should be here." I said.
Tom sighed. "Okay, can you explain how Cat got stabbed with a straw while nobody else was close enough but you? Maybe you're mad at Cat. I can help you solve this problem."
A battle in my head started. Should I tell that a ghost did it and seem even crazier? Or should I just say nothing? That last option would make me just seem more suspicious. So I found myself choosing for a completely different option. I ran away from the therapist, from my parents, from everything. I had a pretty good stamina, so I could run for a pretty long time.
"Tori, stop." Chris yelled. He must have seen what was going on. I stopped myself. Chris usually helped me.
"Running away isn't going to help. Your problems will come back eventually." He told me.
Why did he have to be right? "Well, what else can I do? My parents think that I'm going crazy which I'm not. At least I hope not. This creepy lady is hurting my friends. My life is falling apart. Running is the only thing that I can do right now." I looked at Chris with a desperate face.
"I know what happened to the lady, so you shouldn't really worry about her." Chris said.
This caught my attention. "So what happened to her?" I asked him.
"That lady, also called Kelly, was married. Her husband was cheating on her. She found out and she wanted to leave. He got mad at her and sort of kidnapped her to a jungle in South America. He left her there without any supplies which caused her to die in the end. That story was just a cover up, so that her husband wouldn't be caught. He is even engaged to that other woman. The reason why she is hurting your friend is because she wants to show you how bad friends can be." Chris told me.
That actually made a lot of sense, but was it really necessary to take it all out on me? "So how am I supposed to get her in that light thingy?" I asked Chris.
"Get her husband caught." He said before disappearing. How was I supposed to do that? Break in his house and find information about it. Actually that wasn't such a bad idea. I just needed to get someone to help me. Beck would probably help me.
A little later I found myself in front of Beck's RV. I gently knocked on his door. I heard some stumbling before he finally opened the door. He seemed to be very surprised see me. "Tori, you're supposed to be at that therapist. Your parents are worried. I'll bring you back home."
I shook my head. This stopped Beck's rambling. "I need your help."
He looked at me curiously. "With what?"
"Can I come in to explain?" I asked him. He nodded and he led me into his RV. It was a little messy at the moment, but that didn't really matter. I took a seat on his couch and he sat down next to me.
"There was a woman, Kelly, and she died in a jungle in a South America." I wanted to continue, but Beck interrupted me.
"I read about that. I searched about those symptoms that you described and this article popped up. She died from a disease. It was pretty stupid of her." He told me.
"Look, that's why I'm here. Her husband kidnapped her and he took her to the jungle without anything. He told that story to cover up his deeds. He also was cheating. Since I don't have actual proof, I need your help to break in his house to get him caught." I told him.
Beck was a quiet for a moment. He was taking in the information. "How did you figure that out?"
"Somebody told me and that person is pretty trustworthy. That someone just can't really do anything, so you really need to help me with this." I said.
"Can't you stay out of this?" He asked.
I shook my head. "Please, Beck. Please." I said while pouting. It only took a couple of seconds before Beck let out a loud sigh. "Fine, I'll help you. Only if you go back to your parents and I'll help you get out of that therapist session,okay?"
A smile spread across my face. "Thanks, Beck. You're a great friend."
He stood up. "Let's get you home."
Sorry again that this took so long to update. I'll try to update sooner this time. Hope you liked it.
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