Chapter 4: The New Therapist

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"Hazel!" Mr. Pim exclaimed, "That's the fourth time that you've zoned out. What are you thinking about?"

Heazel shrugged her shoulders. All she knew is that she didn't want to be there. Where strangers would ask you questions about your life and get all in your buisness. And to Hazel that seemed dumb.

"I just don't want to be here." She remarked

Mr. Pim sighed, "Maybe if you actually tried talking you'd feel better about coming here."

"Whatever." She said still looking out of the window

"Well Hazel, in your paper it says that you killed two people."

"I did not kill them. Jane did." She barked

"Who's Jane."

"Someone who I thought was my friend."

"And where is she?"

"At Flowers Memorial Cemetery."

"She's, dead?" He surprisingly asked

"Yes, yes she is."

"And how did Jane kill them?" He asked taking out his blue pen.

"Why don't you ask her? She's standing right beside you." She said pointing.

Mr. Pim looked over his shoulder and let out a small laugh, "There's no one there Hazel. But anyway, I think the reason that you blame these things on Jane is because you feel guilty."

"Guilty of what? Killing those two people? They tied me up to a chair! So tell me Dr. Pim how did I kill them?" She screamed

"Calm down Hazel."

"No I won't calm down! The only reason I came here is because my mom begged me to go! I don't need this! I'm not crazy!"

"Hazel, I did not say that you were crazy, I am just simply asking did you kill those two people?"

"NO! Okay! No." She yelled

Hazel got up, grabbed her bag and walked out of the room. The nerve he has! To just sit there and accuse Hazel of murder! Once she got in the parking lot she grabbed her phone and dialed her moms phone number.


"Mom, can you come get me?"

"What? You're not supposed to be done until the next thirty minutes!"

"Well I left. He was getting on my nerves."

Her mom sighed, "Haze-"

"I'm already in the parking lot, I'll be waiting for you." She said cutting her mother off and hung up the phone.

She stood in the parking lot for what seemed about a million years and finally saw her moms blue convertible pull up. She walked towards the car and got in not looking at her mother at all.


"Just drive." She said, gazing out of the window

The drive was pretty long since the therapy place was downtown. And the whole time Hazel just stared out the window. Nothing was in her mind just all the passing by places and cars that she saw. Pretty soon it got dark and they were still on the road.

"Hazel, please talk to me."

"I'm sorry mom, but I don't feel like talking." She answered

"Okay," her mom said, "That's fine."

Hazel nodded her head and looked back at the window when she saw something. She opened the window and saw her.


She was walking towards the car fast, and Hazel looked over at her mom who was now passed out in the drivers seat. Hazel shook her hard but she wouldn't wake up.

Hazel then locked the doors and rolled up the windows, and tried her best to push her mom to the passengers side.

With Jane still walking towards the car, Hazel looked at all the things in front of her.

Wait, what am I doing? I can't drive! She worried.

She pushed her foot hard on one of the pedals and to her suprise it was the gas. She didn't care where she was going as long as it was far far away from Jane.

She kept driving for what seemed like hours and while she was still driving, she saw something that made her blood run cold.

There Jane was standing straight ahead from the car with a sinister smile on her rotted face.

Hazel pushed hard on the brakes and the car screeched against the road. Hazel turned the wheel and instead of driving safely away from Jane, she crashed into a tree. The airbag came out almost suffocating her. She popped the airbag with the car key and turned to her mom. Blood trickled down the side of her forhead and a bruise was on her bottom lip.

"Mom?" She shook her mom, but she wouldn't get up.

"Mom!" She layed her head aginst her moms chest to check for a heart beat, but all she heard was silence. Her mother was dead.

"Mom! No!" She sobbed

She took out her phone and dialed 911, while continuing to sob and a few minutes later the whole police department was there. Many asked her questions and tried to comfort her, but she couldn't help but look at the body bag, the body bag that held her dead mom's body.

And she couldn't help but think about Jane. Where'd she go?

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