Chapter 5: The Truth

"Mom, Dad. I have had blackouts since I was 9. Like my vision would turn black. Yesterday before dinner, when I wasn't there on time, I had a…" I didn't finish the sentence.

If I kept this to myself I wouldn't be sent to a crazy place. But no, I had to tell my parents. No matter what I did someone somehow would find out I could see the future, either way I would end up at an insane asylum.

"Had what sweetie?" My mother asked. I swallowed down my fears and looked at them both.

"I had a vision. In my vision I saw Cynthia eating chocolate ice cream, mom you caught her and put the ice cream away and told her to go to her room. Also, she couldn't have dessert tonight." I told my mom. She looked shocked. Just as my vision showed, my father was dialing a number.

"I also saw that you were... are dialing the insane asylum. You want to send me there so I can get better." I told my father. He looked at me.

"Honey, you're sick. The people will help you." He told me. I wouldn't go!

"No! I am not going to go! You guys are my parents; you're supposed to keep me safe! You realize they will use electro shock therapy on me to make me say I can't see the future when I can! That is a great job keeping me safe!" I shouted. I heard the sirens. Cynthia stopped in the hallway.

"Mommy, Daddy, Mary Alice?" Cynthia asked scared. I looked at her. I ran over to her and looked at my parents.

"I won't go. I won't leave Cynthia, and no matter how mad I am at you guys now, I won't leave you either." I told them. Cynthia squeezed my hand scared.

"Mary Alice, where are you going?" Cynthia asked me, tears threatening to fall.

"Cynthia darling, Mary Alice is going to get better. She is going to a place that will help her." My mother told Cynthia. Someone knocked on the door. I was running out of time. Stella ran out.

"Mommy, Mary Alice is sick?" Cynthia asked. She was so innocent.

Stella put her arm around Cynthia as she started to cry. I hugged Stella.

"Stella, take care of her. I am going to fight but if I can't make it, you have to take care of Cynthia. Please." I whispered into her ear. She nodded.

"I will good luck Alice." She told me. My father opened the door.

"Where is she?" A young man asked. My father looked down at the ground.

"Over there." He pointed at me. The man wheeled in a stretcher.

Stella held Cynthia, not letting Cynthia see what was happening. I looked at Stella.

"Take her into my room." I told her.

"Goodbye Alice." Stella said hugging me again.

"Hey, I'm not that fragile! I may be small, but I can fight." I whispered. She smiled and walked with Cynthia into my room.

"Okay ma'am, get on." The man said rudely. I looked at him.

"No." I told him simply. My mother was looking away.

"Mary Alice, don't fight them. Get on it." My father said sadly. I stared at him angrily.

"No! You're just going to let them take me away? Dad! I have seen this! If I go, I will get shocked! Do you want me to get hurt like that?" I screamed. I felt hands on my shoulders pulling me back.

"No! Let me go!" I screamed kicking.

"No. Get on the stretcher." The man said calmly, that made it more deadly though. I was going to scream unintelligent words at him but I heard my sister scream from my room. She was scared.

"You really want to make your sister cry? Get on the stretcher." The man said.

I pulled away from him and looked at his face. I felt tears coming. I didn't want to traumatize Cynthia.

"Fine, take me away." I told the man. He grabbed my arms and lifted me up.

"I hope you're happy." I told my parents. I wasn't screaming and I wasn't fighting. I wouldn't hurt Cynthia, I, unlike, my parents would fight for myself. The other person wheeled the stretcher back out with no one on it.

"Don't touch me." I told the man as I squirmed out of his grip.

"The doctor is in the truck, he wants to talk to you." I looked behind me at the man.

He was closer then I thought. He opened the back of the truck, it was a padded room. There was a man sitting on a wooden chair.

"Sit down." He gestured to a padded "chair". I sat down even though I didn't want to.

"Mary Alice, you claim to see the future, correct?" He asked me. I hated how he said "claim" the people in this town didn't have any open minds. They needed precision, perfection.

"Yes." I told him. It wasn't worth fighting with him because he wouldn't accept it.

"Admit that you can't and after a couple therapy sessions you may leave." He told me. The truck was moving now.

"I won't admit that I can't because I can." I told him. I knew where this was heading. He would yell at me that I couldn't and I would say I can and then I would get shocked.

"Oh yeah, what am I having for dinner tomorrow night?" He asked me. I glared at him.

"It doesn't work like that!" I shouted.

"How does it work then?" He asked me. I thought about how it did work.

Cynthia decided to eat the ice cream. My teacher decided to give us a pop quiz. I decided to talk to my parents about my visions. My father decided to call the insane asylum. There was one common word in all of those visions, decided. That meant that decisions made my visions happen.

"It happens from decisions. My sister decided to eat ice cream and I saw that. My teacher decided to give my class a pop quiz. My father decided to call you. My visions vary upon decisions." I told him smiling. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"You can't see the future!" He shouted. This was my vision.

"Yes I can!" I shouted back. He wanted to make me say I couldn't, most of his patients probably agreed that they couldn't. Well, not me. I was probably the one patient that could do what they claimed!

"If you admit you can't, you won't get shocked!" He shouted at me. I breathed and braced myself for 10,000 volts of electricity. I screamed as the electricity raced through my veins.

"STOP IT!" I shouted. My voice was shaky. The electricity paused.

The truck stopped. I opened my eyes and saw a building that looked like a jail. That building was my new home.