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Innocent Eyes - Past Lives: Part One: Parker
Paige stood in the doorway staring at Parker who was still holding the scissor blade to her wrist. Parker was breathing heavily but it was shallow and slow, tears had subsided but she was still partially sobbing. She let the scissors fall from her hand and let her body fall to the ground, first buckling at the knees then the weight of her torso collapsed on her. Paige ran into the room and kicked the scissors out of the way; she grabbed Parker round the shoulders and sat her up against her own frame. She quickly brought her hands to Parkers wounds in an attempt to heal her, but nothing happened. Parker pulled her arms away from Paige and brought the blood up to her face where she just watched it,
"Parker?" said Paige, "Parker?"
"You know this doesn't even hurt. I can't feel a thing though I sort of feel like I should, you know?" said Parker her eyes still fixed on the red liquid that was flowing from her wounds.
"Parker we have to stop this blood," said Paige getting up and pulling Parker to her feet but her legs were weak and she was refusing to walk, "Parker! Start moving!"
"What's the point?" asked Parker though she soon began to follow Paige along the corridor. Paige had torn a piece of her shirt and was trying to block the blood flow with that but it wasn't working very well. Parker's wounds weren't very deep but they were bad enough that she was losing quite a bit of blood. Paige led her into the bathroom and grabbed the first towel that she saw and wrapped Parkers wrists in it. Parker's body began to go limp.
"Parker! Snap out of it!" Said Paige turning on the cold tap and throwing water in Parkers face, this seemed to bring Parker back to earth.
"You actually care. why? You just felt worried. about me, you felt worried and scared and anxious. Why?" said Parker,
"You're not making sense," said Paige, as she removed the towels. Parker's wounds were bleeding less now, the towels were stained with blood but at least there was less blood now. Paige pressed the towels back on the wounds and then reached into the drawer where she found bandages. She unravelled one and removed the towel from Parkers wounds. She began wrapping the bandage round Parker's arm and the blood wasn't soaking through each layer as quickly as she thought it might. She assumed she had stopped most of the blood flow. Once she had finished wrapping the bandage she taped it down with some medical celotape and pushed the towel into the bathroom corner. She propped Parker up against bathroom worktop and sat next to her holding her wrists in her hands. After a few minutes of silence Parker spoke,
"You're relived. why are you relived? I don't understand, you're also thankful and things why do you feel like this?" she asked,
"What? Why do you feel like this?" said Paige pointing at Parkers wounds,
"Because, I can't feel anything except what everyone else is feeling." Said Parker but Paige looked shocked and confused. "You'd just think I'm crazy. everyone else does,"
"I promise I won't think you're crazy," said Paige,
"Well every since I can remember I haven't been able to feel anything. No hurt, no pain, no anger, no emotion. Except what everyone else was feeling, I could feel when someone was happy, or sad, or confused. I could feel it all and it kills me. Not literally of course but inside it kills me, I can feel everything that they are going through yet I don't understand all these feelings." Sobbed Parker,
"Are you telling me that you can feel feelings?" asked Paige,
"Not just feelings, I can feel everything emotions and pain," said Parker, "But you'll just think I'm crazy, except." she paused for a second and looked at Paige, "You don't. you believe me,"
"I do," replied Paige, "Parker. I really think we need to talk to Piper and Phoebe about this. They had an incident with someone with you gift a couple of years ago,"
"You call this a gift? I can't feel anything of my own everything, every single emotion that I feel is someone else's its all second hand!" said Parker,
"Parker, you have an empathic gift, you can feel feelings. That is a gift, and a good one at that. You just need to learn to control it, we need to talk to my sisters." Said Paige helping Parker up off the ground,
"Ok, but on one condition. don't tell them about this," said Parker pointing at her wounds, "When my last family found out what I was doing they freaking and kicked me out because I wouldn't open up to them, and they wanted to send me to a shrink and I wouldn't go." Parker started but Paige cut her off,
"You mean. this isn't the first time you've done something like this?" asked Paige, Parker shook her head and pulled up her sleeve. Her arm was covered in small gashed some bigger than others but none bigger than five centimetres.
"Now you're feeling sorry for me," said Parker forcing a smile. With that they went downstairs after changing out of their clothes that were stained with blood.
***
In the kitchen Piper and Phoebe sat in silence, but when Parker and Paige entered Parker felt the tense atmosphere in the room. It hit her very suddenly causing her to lose her balance and she fell to the ground. Paige bent down and helped her to her feet,
"Parker, are you ok?" asked Piper,
"Fake," whispered Parker into Paige's ear, "I'm fine," she then replied to Piper,
"So what's up?" asked Phoebe,
"We have something to tell you guys," said Paige leading Parker over to the table,
"What is it?" asked Phoebe,
"This," replied Paige as she reached over and pinched Phoebe,
"Oww!" exclaimed Parker and Phoebe at the same time,
"What the?" asked Piper standing up from the table,
"You're confused, your arm hurts, Paige is happy her demonstration got you two's attention," said Parker pointing to each sister in turn, Piper turned to look at Phoebe who shook her head in disbelief.
"It appears that Parker here has an empathic ability," she said smiling,
"But how. I mean I know that magic tends to run in our family but normally we either get the power to freeze or telekinesis or premonitions or something that's traditional. We've never had an empath before," said Phoebe,
"You're scared. oh you're so scared. Why are you scared of this?" Said Parker looking at Piper, "Why are you scared of me?"
"I'm not, I'm not scared of anything," replied Piper sullenly,
"Lying. lying, you're lying now. I can tell, I know that these words you're saying are not at all sincere. you're terrified of me or at least you're terrified of what's happening to me," said Parker getting up from the table,
"Stop doing that," said Piper,
"Stop doing what?"
"Stop reading my feelings. emotions are personal," Piper continued "I wouldn't know," said Parker, "What do you mean. you must know that emotions you feel are personal," said Phoebe, looking at her daughter "I don't though. I don't know that emotions are personal I don't even know what an emotion really is," she said without flinching, "You know what an emotion is. You must, everyone has felt something in there life," said Phoebe, "Well not me. I've never felt a single emotion that was my own, I've never felt happy, sad, worried, scared, unhappy anything. I only feel the things that other people are feeling. And then I act how I think I should have acted," she Parker gesturing excessively with her hands. "You've never felt anything for yourself. never happiness, never grief, never lust, or love or anything?" asked Phoebe, "Nope, none of them. I've only felt what others have been feeling. I told my parents that I loved them because I felt my brother and sister's love for them. I cried at funerals not because I was sad but because I felt all the sorrow that surrounded me. I cried at weddings because I was overcome with all the happiness that was in the room, all the joy. But that's when I had slight control over it. Now I feel everything, all the time, everywhere I go I feel what others are feeling. And not just in this house, and not just in this street I feel everything. And I hear all the thoughts of others - well at least the thoughts that are linked to their emotions which considering how much our emotions or your emotions play in your life is a lot of their thoughts." "Oh, Parker." began Phoebe, "Don't!" Yelled Parker, "Don't feel sorry for me, it hurts my head," she said and then without another word she left the room. All three sisters looked at each other, none of them dared to speak.
***
Later that evening Phoebe sat in the dining room her laptop sitting in front of her. Paige walked in and sat down beside her sister,
"What you up to?" she asked,
"I was looking up information on empaths for Parker but then I got her medical record sent through the system. I just wanted to check something's out," replied Phoebe her eyes not moving from the computer screen.
"How did you do that," asked Paige,
"I said I was you and that I was a social worker working with Parker," said Phoebe "Oh," sighed Paige, but decided it was best not to comment on anything, "Listen to this." said Phoebe "Parker Melissa Halliwell - guess she always went by that or at least legally that's who she is - she has been in and out of mental institutes and clinics for Psychological research. There are hundreds of doctor's notes about her being delirious, depressed, having hallucinations. self harming." She paused as she scrolled down the screen, "She spent three months in a youth clinic for depressed youngsters but she was released because there was no evidence that she was depressed, but she kept claiming that it was hurting her head being in there. It made her feel worse." she stopped when she saw Parker standing at the door, "Parker," "Its ok," smiled Parker, "I knew that you were looking up something, I didn't know that you were looking up me. But I could feel that something was upsetting you so I came down to make sure you were alright," "I'm fine," "Lying," replied Parker, "Well, its just why didn't you mention your past before?" asked Phoebe, "You never asked," said Parker solemnly, "Well I'm asking now," said Phoebe "Ok," said Parker as she walked in and sat down opposite Phoebe, "well erm. where to start. I guess when I first knew I had the power to feel feelings. I was 15 at the time - only like a year ago - I just began to sense things. At first I assumed it was things that I was feeling but I couldn't understand the feelings. I once again assumed that was because my hormones were out of wack, but then I realised I was feeling pain that I couldn't possibly be feeling myself. The feeling of a divorce, a birth, a marriage, suicide and everything that people around me were feeling. I told my parents about how I was feeling - they blamed hormones as well - I tried to ignore things. But can you imagine what its like walking through a high school full of troubled students every single day with this ability. One day I felt how depressed my best friend was; she was so upset and thinking about killing herself. I sat beside her in most of my classes and every room I walked into I heard her heart and soul screaming out for help. And I couldn't believe I hadn't spotted anything different with her, I sat down beside her and asked if she was ok. She lied straight to my face - I couldn't figure out how she could look straight into my eyes and lie - I left it at that and decided that I would try again later. But all the way through that class I felt her, she was dying on the inside, and she had decided that soon enough she was going to kill herself so she would be dying on the outside too. As soon as the bell rang I couldn't handle it anymore, I ran from the classroom and the school, I ran all the way home. And went into the kitchen, my parents were out but I knew they'd be home later. I walked over to the knife rack and lifted my mother's carving knife. I dragged it across my arms - but I didn't stop with one cut - I continued to cut myself. And for the first time I realised that I didn't feel any pain. I felt nothing but I cold see the blood dripping to the floor but I realised that I couldn't actually feel any of the pain that I assumed would come with cutting. So I began to cut deeper and deeper I just wanted to feel something that wasn't second hand. But soon I began to feel dizzy, my legs went all weak and I fell to the ground and saw the puddle of blood that I was lying in. I realised for the first time that I had made a huge mistake. I was dying and worse than that I was dying alone, there was no one for me to tell how much I loved but not because I was alone but because there was no one that I loved. Anyway, moving on, my parents came home and found me - I'm assuming that called an ambulance - and I woke up in hospital. The hospital send a therapist to speak to me, he asked me what was bothering me at the exact moment. I simply replied - "Your divorce". Puzzled he asked me what I meant and how I knew that he was getting divorced. I told him straight that I could hear his heart screaming at me, he still loved his wife you see but he was in denial of his feelings. I sat there telling him exactly what he was feeling every second, he decided that I was delirious and that I thought I had some kind of powers. He assigned me to another doctor the next day." Parker paused and looked over to Phoebe and Paige, both of their eyes were filled with tears, or at the very least they were on the verge of tears. Phoebe walked round and placed her hand on Parkers soon enough she found herself pulled into a premonition only it wasn't something that was going to happen. It was Parkers past, "Parker, I'm Doctor Levinthole. I will be working with you for the next couple of hours. Now can I please ask why you decided to hurt your self," asked a short, balding man with a beer belly. "You don't waste any time do you?" sneered Parker, "Like I explained to the other doctor. I did it so I could feel something that belonged to me," "What do you mean something that belonged to you?" asked the doctor, "Well you see I have this sort of power that I can feel what other people are feeling. And right now you're thinking that I'm totally crazy or depressed or both and you're sending me to Driftwood? What's that?" asked Parker "Driftwood is a clinic. A hospital for girls of your age with your kinds of problems. Now Parker it has become obvious to me that you need some kind of help and I think that Driftwood is the best place for you to get this help. So I'm going to call you a taxi and we'll get you all settled in," said the doctor picking up the telephone. "I'm not crazy." Replied Parker "I know. you're just having some problems. And the other girls in Driftwood are having the same kind of problems, so you can relate to them and the doctors and nurses. It will help you," he said, "Look if you lock me up in that place. I will go crazy!" yelled Parker, but it was too late the doctor had called the taxi.
Phoebe snapped out of her premonition to find Parker and Paige staring at her. "They locked you up," she said, "They made things worse for you, they sent you to that place with all those girls with problems and forced you to live there. And you could feel everything that they could feel and." she broke into tears and couldn't continue. "Yeah. They sent me to an institution and I felt everything that was going on with everyone else. So I escaped, and went back to my parents then as soon as I turned sixteen I came here and well that's pretty much it. Except from the occasional therapist that my parents sent me to see, the hospital found me and said that being in the hospital wasn't helping me but I could see therapists out of hospital and hopefully that would help me. But it didn't so I continued to cut in secret, I didn't feel any pain but I figured that the people who's pain I felt couldn't express themselves I would do it for them. But my parents found out and said that they couldn't help me and perhaps you could, maybe meeting my birth mother would help." "Has it?" asked Phoebe, "I don't know. I don't feel relived that I found you, or happy I still don't feel anything but I was hoping that maybe you could help me feel,"
Innocent Eyes - Past Lives: Part One: Parker
Paige stood in the doorway staring at Parker who was still holding the scissor blade to her wrist. Parker was breathing heavily but it was shallow and slow, tears had subsided but she was still partially sobbing. She let the scissors fall from her hand and let her body fall to the ground, first buckling at the knees then the weight of her torso collapsed on her. Paige ran into the room and kicked the scissors out of the way; she grabbed Parker round the shoulders and sat her up against her own frame. She quickly brought her hands to Parkers wounds in an attempt to heal her, but nothing happened. Parker pulled her arms away from Paige and brought the blood up to her face where she just watched it,
"Parker?" said Paige, "Parker?"
"You know this doesn't even hurt. I can't feel a thing though I sort of feel like I should, you know?" said Parker her eyes still fixed on the red liquid that was flowing from her wounds.
"Parker we have to stop this blood," said Paige getting up and pulling Parker to her feet but her legs were weak and she was refusing to walk, "Parker! Start moving!"
"What's the point?" asked Parker though she soon began to follow Paige along the corridor. Paige had torn a piece of her shirt and was trying to block the blood flow with that but it wasn't working very well. Parker's wounds weren't very deep but they were bad enough that she was losing quite a bit of blood. Paige led her into the bathroom and grabbed the first towel that she saw and wrapped Parkers wrists in it. Parker's body began to go limp.
"Parker! Snap out of it!" Said Paige turning on the cold tap and throwing water in Parkers face, this seemed to bring Parker back to earth.
"You actually care. why? You just felt worried. about me, you felt worried and scared and anxious. Why?" said Parker,
"You're not making sense," said Paige, as she removed the towels. Parker's wounds were bleeding less now, the towels were stained with blood but at least there was less blood now. Paige pressed the towels back on the wounds and then reached into the drawer where she found bandages. She unravelled one and removed the towel from Parkers wounds. She began wrapping the bandage round Parker's arm and the blood wasn't soaking through each layer as quickly as she thought it might. She assumed she had stopped most of the blood flow. Once she had finished wrapping the bandage she taped it down with some medical celotape and pushed the towel into the bathroom corner. She propped Parker up against bathroom worktop and sat next to her holding her wrists in her hands. After a few minutes of silence Parker spoke,
"You're relived. why are you relived? I don't understand, you're also thankful and things why do you feel like this?" she asked,
"What? Why do you feel like this?" said Paige pointing at Parkers wounds,
"Because, I can't feel anything except what everyone else is feeling." Said Parker but Paige looked shocked and confused. "You'd just think I'm crazy. everyone else does,"
"I promise I won't think you're crazy," said Paige,
"Well every since I can remember I haven't been able to feel anything. No hurt, no pain, no anger, no emotion. Except what everyone else was feeling, I could feel when someone was happy, or sad, or confused. I could feel it all and it kills me. Not literally of course but inside it kills me, I can feel everything that they are going through yet I don't understand all these feelings." Sobbed Parker,
"Are you telling me that you can feel feelings?" asked Paige,
"Not just feelings, I can feel everything emotions and pain," said Parker, "But you'll just think I'm crazy, except." she paused for a second and looked at Paige, "You don't. you believe me,"
"I do," replied Paige, "Parker. I really think we need to talk to Piper and Phoebe about this. They had an incident with someone with you gift a couple of years ago,"
"You call this a gift? I can't feel anything of my own everything, every single emotion that I feel is someone else's its all second hand!" said Parker,
"Parker, you have an empathic gift, you can feel feelings. That is a gift, and a good one at that. You just need to learn to control it, we need to talk to my sisters." Said Paige helping Parker up off the ground,
"Ok, but on one condition. don't tell them about this," said Parker pointing at her wounds, "When my last family found out what I was doing they freaking and kicked me out because I wouldn't open up to them, and they wanted to send me to a shrink and I wouldn't go." Parker started but Paige cut her off,
"You mean. this isn't the first time you've done something like this?" asked Paige, Parker shook her head and pulled up her sleeve. Her arm was covered in small gashed some bigger than others but none bigger than five centimetres.
"Now you're feeling sorry for me," said Parker forcing a smile. With that they went downstairs after changing out of their clothes that were stained with blood.
***
In the kitchen Piper and Phoebe sat in silence, but when Parker and Paige entered Parker felt the tense atmosphere in the room. It hit her very suddenly causing her to lose her balance and she fell to the ground. Paige bent down and helped her to her feet,
"Parker, are you ok?" asked Piper,
"Fake," whispered Parker into Paige's ear, "I'm fine," she then replied to Piper,
"So what's up?" asked Phoebe,
"We have something to tell you guys," said Paige leading Parker over to the table,
"What is it?" asked Phoebe,
"This," replied Paige as she reached over and pinched Phoebe,
"Oww!" exclaimed Parker and Phoebe at the same time,
"What the?" asked Piper standing up from the table,
"You're confused, your arm hurts, Paige is happy her demonstration got you two's attention," said Parker pointing to each sister in turn, Piper turned to look at Phoebe who shook her head in disbelief.
"It appears that Parker here has an empathic ability," she said smiling,
"But how. I mean I know that magic tends to run in our family but normally we either get the power to freeze or telekinesis or premonitions or something that's traditional. We've never had an empath before," said Phoebe,
"You're scared. oh you're so scared. Why are you scared of this?" Said Parker looking at Piper, "Why are you scared of me?"
"I'm not, I'm not scared of anything," replied Piper sullenly,
"Lying. lying, you're lying now. I can tell, I know that these words you're saying are not at all sincere. you're terrified of me or at least you're terrified of what's happening to me," said Parker getting up from the table,
"Stop doing that," said Piper,
"Stop doing what?"
"Stop reading my feelings. emotions are personal," Piper continued "I wouldn't know," said Parker, "What do you mean. you must know that emotions you feel are personal," said Phoebe, looking at her daughter "I don't though. I don't know that emotions are personal I don't even know what an emotion really is," she said without flinching, "You know what an emotion is. You must, everyone has felt something in there life," said Phoebe, "Well not me. I've never felt a single emotion that was my own, I've never felt happy, sad, worried, scared, unhappy anything. I only feel the things that other people are feeling. And then I act how I think I should have acted," she Parker gesturing excessively with her hands. "You've never felt anything for yourself. never happiness, never grief, never lust, or love or anything?" asked Phoebe, "Nope, none of them. I've only felt what others have been feeling. I told my parents that I loved them because I felt my brother and sister's love for them. I cried at funerals not because I was sad but because I felt all the sorrow that surrounded me. I cried at weddings because I was overcome with all the happiness that was in the room, all the joy. But that's when I had slight control over it. Now I feel everything, all the time, everywhere I go I feel what others are feeling. And not just in this house, and not just in this street I feel everything. And I hear all the thoughts of others - well at least the thoughts that are linked to their emotions which considering how much our emotions or your emotions play in your life is a lot of their thoughts." "Oh, Parker." began Phoebe, "Don't!" Yelled Parker, "Don't feel sorry for me, it hurts my head," she said and then without another word she left the room. All three sisters looked at each other, none of them dared to speak.
***
Later that evening Phoebe sat in the dining room her laptop sitting in front of her. Paige walked in and sat down beside her sister,
"What you up to?" she asked,
"I was looking up information on empaths for Parker but then I got her medical record sent through the system. I just wanted to check something's out," replied Phoebe her eyes not moving from the computer screen.
"How did you do that," asked Paige,
"I said I was you and that I was a social worker working with Parker," said Phoebe "Oh," sighed Paige, but decided it was best not to comment on anything, "Listen to this." said Phoebe "Parker Melissa Halliwell - guess she always went by that or at least legally that's who she is - she has been in and out of mental institutes and clinics for Psychological research. There are hundreds of doctor's notes about her being delirious, depressed, having hallucinations. self harming." She paused as she scrolled down the screen, "She spent three months in a youth clinic for depressed youngsters but she was released because there was no evidence that she was depressed, but she kept claiming that it was hurting her head being in there. It made her feel worse." she stopped when she saw Parker standing at the door, "Parker," "Its ok," smiled Parker, "I knew that you were looking up something, I didn't know that you were looking up me. But I could feel that something was upsetting you so I came down to make sure you were alright," "I'm fine," "Lying," replied Parker, "Well, its just why didn't you mention your past before?" asked Phoebe, "You never asked," said Parker solemnly, "Well I'm asking now," said Phoebe "Ok," said Parker as she walked in and sat down opposite Phoebe, "well erm. where to start. I guess when I first knew I had the power to feel feelings. I was 15 at the time - only like a year ago - I just began to sense things. At first I assumed it was things that I was feeling but I couldn't understand the feelings. I once again assumed that was because my hormones were out of wack, but then I realised I was feeling pain that I couldn't possibly be feeling myself. The feeling of a divorce, a birth, a marriage, suicide and everything that people around me were feeling. I told my parents about how I was feeling - they blamed hormones as well - I tried to ignore things. But can you imagine what its like walking through a high school full of troubled students every single day with this ability. One day I felt how depressed my best friend was; she was so upset and thinking about killing herself. I sat beside her in most of my classes and every room I walked into I heard her heart and soul screaming out for help. And I couldn't believe I hadn't spotted anything different with her, I sat down beside her and asked if she was ok. She lied straight to my face - I couldn't figure out how she could look straight into my eyes and lie - I left it at that and decided that I would try again later. But all the way through that class I felt her, she was dying on the inside, and she had decided that soon enough she was going to kill herself so she would be dying on the outside too. As soon as the bell rang I couldn't handle it anymore, I ran from the classroom and the school, I ran all the way home. And went into the kitchen, my parents were out but I knew they'd be home later. I walked over to the knife rack and lifted my mother's carving knife. I dragged it across my arms - but I didn't stop with one cut - I continued to cut myself. And for the first time I realised that I didn't feel any pain. I felt nothing but I cold see the blood dripping to the floor but I realised that I couldn't actually feel any of the pain that I assumed would come with cutting. So I began to cut deeper and deeper I just wanted to feel something that wasn't second hand. But soon I began to feel dizzy, my legs went all weak and I fell to the ground and saw the puddle of blood that I was lying in. I realised for the first time that I had made a huge mistake. I was dying and worse than that I was dying alone, there was no one for me to tell how much I loved but not because I was alone but because there was no one that I loved. Anyway, moving on, my parents came home and found me - I'm assuming that called an ambulance - and I woke up in hospital. The hospital send a therapist to speak to me, he asked me what was bothering me at the exact moment. I simply replied - "Your divorce". Puzzled he asked me what I meant and how I knew that he was getting divorced. I told him straight that I could hear his heart screaming at me, he still loved his wife you see but he was in denial of his feelings. I sat there telling him exactly what he was feeling every second, he decided that I was delirious and that I thought I had some kind of powers. He assigned me to another doctor the next day." Parker paused and looked over to Phoebe and Paige, both of their eyes were filled with tears, or at the very least they were on the verge of tears. Phoebe walked round and placed her hand on Parkers soon enough she found herself pulled into a premonition only it wasn't something that was going to happen. It was Parkers past, "Parker, I'm Doctor Levinthole. I will be working with you for the next couple of hours. Now can I please ask why you decided to hurt your self," asked a short, balding man with a beer belly. "You don't waste any time do you?" sneered Parker, "Like I explained to the other doctor. I did it so I could feel something that belonged to me," "What do you mean something that belonged to you?" asked the doctor, "Well you see I have this sort of power that I can feel what other people are feeling. And right now you're thinking that I'm totally crazy or depressed or both and you're sending me to Driftwood? What's that?" asked Parker "Driftwood is a clinic. A hospital for girls of your age with your kinds of problems. Now Parker it has become obvious to me that you need some kind of help and I think that Driftwood is the best place for you to get this help. So I'm going to call you a taxi and we'll get you all settled in," said the doctor picking up the telephone. "I'm not crazy." Replied Parker "I know. you're just having some problems. And the other girls in Driftwood are having the same kind of problems, so you can relate to them and the doctors and nurses. It will help you," he said, "Look if you lock me up in that place. I will go crazy!" yelled Parker, but it was too late the doctor had called the taxi.
Phoebe snapped out of her premonition to find Parker and Paige staring at her. "They locked you up," she said, "They made things worse for you, they sent you to that place with all those girls with problems and forced you to live there. And you could feel everything that they could feel and." she broke into tears and couldn't continue. "Yeah. They sent me to an institution and I felt everything that was going on with everyone else. So I escaped, and went back to my parents then as soon as I turned sixteen I came here and well that's pretty much it. Except from the occasional therapist that my parents sent me to see, the hospital found me and said that being in the hospital wasn't helping me but I could see therapists out of hospital and hopefully that would help me. But it didn't so I continued to cut in secret, I didn't feel any pain but I figured that the people who's pain I felt couldn't express themselves I would do it for them. But my parents found out and said that they couldn't help me and perhaps you could, maybe meeting my birth mother would help." "Has it?" asked Phoebe, "I don't know. I don't feel relived that I found you, or happy I still don't feel anything but I was hoping that maybe you could help me feel,"