VISIONS: GOOD OR BAD?

Summary: One little thing changed my world. One little thing let me see the truth. My name is Amanda Rae Brandon, and when I was seven my sister Alice and I were sent to an asylum for our visions. This is our story…

Chapter 1:

Amanda's POV

"Mary, Amanda come inside right now you have to help me with dinner!" I heard mommy call from the front door. As soon as it closed my sister Ali and I jumped down from the tree we were in. Mommy didn't like it when we climbed trees; she says it's not lady-like behavior. Well we don't care; we don't want to be ladies. But mommy says that we have to be, because we are girls. Well I don't want to be a girl; I want to be a boy so that I could do whatever I wanted without having to worry about being proper.

One minute I was there, the next I wasn't. I was falling deeper and deeper into a black hole, I was so scared. What was happening to me? I want my sister! Ali, where are you? Suddenly it wasn't dark anymore; I looked around and saw the familiar walls of our classroom. I sighed with relief that is, until I looked around. I saw all the kids we were friends with, the ones who picked on us, the ones who left us alone, etc. That was normal, but then I looked over to where Ali and I sat and saw two girls that looked just like us. But how is that possible? I was right here, is someone trying to take my place? I felt like crying, couldn't Ali see that girl wasn't me?

Then Mrs. Jones called the class to order. Once everyone sat in their seats, everyone but me, she began. Couldn't she see that I was right here? Why wasn't she doing anything about the imposter? Mrs. Jones got up out of her seat, was she going to get rid of the imposter? But she didn't she just passed out pieces of paper, and told everyone that they had one hour to complete the test. I looked on the person closest to me's paper and sure enough it was a test, but not just any test, a math test. I hate math tests! But Ali loves them probably because she's really good at math, I'm not.

Soon the classroom was fading away, and I was thrown back into the black hole I came here in. I was still scared, why did this keep happening to me? Is it because I want to be a boy? I don't want to be a boy anymore! Please just put me back with my sister!

As if whoever did this to me heard me, the blackness started fading away again, but this time revealing my yard. I saw my sister standing there next to me from when we had climbed out of the tree. Her eyes where glazed over, I wonder why. "Ali? What just happened?" I asked her in my thoughts, and touched her arm to make sure that she heard it. "I don't know. One minute I was here, the next I wasn't. It scared me to death." She replied.

"What did you see?" I asked. She showed me the same thing I saw. "I saw that too! Let's tell mommy she'll know what to do!" I told her. She nodded her head, and we were off running to the house. We went inside, and saw mommy and daddy in the kitchen talking. We went in, and told them what happened. They called us, "the devil's children." They sent us to bed with a glass of water, and some bread.

The next day we were roughly woken up, by our daddy telling us to get dressed. We did like the good girls we thought we were. Then there was a knock at the door, we looked at each other and walked down the hallway. When we got to the entryway, we saw two men in white there. Mommy and daddy told them, that we were the ones that they called for. The men in white came towards us. One grabbed me, and the other grabbed Ali. They took out a syringe, and put one in each of our arms. The world was suddenly dizzy; I closed my eyes, and didn't fight the darkness as I fell into it, as there was no way my small seven year old body could fight whatever the man gave me…

A/N: This is not my idea. It belongs to AmandaWhitlockMeraz14, but she asked me to write it because she thinks that she's not a good writer. I was happy to do it. And this should not affect my other story Hope, You Have To Have Hope! Thanks! Review's are like the bed that which I am laying on, reviews are like the ceiling above my head… Yes I know I'm a terrible poet. But it's true, so if you would, could you please press that button right there? Yes right there. Thanks! Love y'all!