I anxiously pace around the room like a chicken on crack, waiting for the doctor and as soon as the doorbell rings I sprint down the stairs and open it. "You must be Nora, the new Luna." He says, sticking his hand out.
"The one all the vampires want dead, yes." I say as positively as possible, shutting the door after he walks in.
The doctor, Blake, Xavier and I sit in the living room as I tell him everything that has been happening, he takes my blood pressure and asks me some questions then everything goes wrong I see another body hanging from the door. I know it can't be real but my mind won't let me forget it as it swings blissfully in the breeze, then the body drops off the door on to he floor making me jump slightly. I don't see the mans face but he has black hair, like Blake's.
"Ow!" I shriek as the blood pump tightens on my arm.
"Sorry, we had to bring you back." The Doctor says, pulling it off me.
"What?"
"You were out for almost half an hour, we tried everything, clapping, clicking, shaking you, nothing stopped you from staring over near the door." He explains.
"What if I'm psychic?" I ask. "The first man I saw was a doctor, the last doctor was killed by vampires, sure it was a little late but then I saw myself dead, the vampires want me dead and some time soon they might complete their task. Just then there was a guy dead, hanging off the door. I only saw the back of him but it looked undeniably like Blake and if I die he not long follows."
"I mean amongst all these werewolves and vampires I don't see why there wouldn't be a psychic around but after everything you've been through I wouldn't be surprise if it was just post dramatic distress." He says.
"Can't you give her something to stop this?" Blake asks.
"Take these pills once a day in the morning for the next couple months." The doctor replies, handing me a bottle. "If they stop then it's the disorder if not then maybe you are psychic."
"Thanks dad." Xavier says. "I'll show you out."
"Are you okay?" Blake asks, sitting next to me.
"They feel so real." I tell him.
"Just take one of these now and hopefully they'll stop." He suggests.
I head into the kitchen and get a drink before taking it with the pill. Now maybe they'll stop.
I turn around to see rope hanging off the door, it's wrapped around someone's neck. My neck.
A/N:
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