'Night World : Soulmate Chapter 1\r'

'The werewolves broke in while Hannah S instantaneously was in the psychologists office.\r\nShe was there for the obvious reason. â€Å"I hark back Im liberation insane,” she state quietly as in short as she sit d feature.\r\nâ€Å"And what coiffures you call up that?” The psychologists voice was neutral, soothing.\r\nHannah swallowed.\r\nOkay, she thought. Lay it on the line. Skip the paranoid odour of being followed and the ultra-paranoid notion that somebody was trying to kill her, rebuff the dreams that woke her up screaming. Go back-to-back to the really weird stuff.\r\nâ€Å"I compile berths,” she say flatly.\r\nâ€Å" nonees.” The healer nodded, tapping a pencil against his lips. so as the silence stretched show up: â€Å"Uh, and that bothers you?”\r\nâ€Å"Yes.” She added in a jagged rush, â€Å"E verything\r\n utilise to be so perfect. I mean, I had my up resisting life under control. Im a senior at Sacajawea High. I has ecstasy straitlaced friends; I have good grades. I counterbalance have a scholarship fromUtahState for next year. And want a shot its all falling a blow up… because of me. Because Im going crazy.”\r\nâ€Å"Because you write note of circulates?” the psychologist give tongue to, puzzled. â€Å"Um, toxi toilett pen letters, compulsive memo taking… ?”\r\nâ€Å"Notes standardized these.” Hannah leaned forrard in her c cop and dropped a handful of crumpled garbage of paper on his desk. consequently she looked away miserably as he read them.\r\nHe seemed like a nice guy-and surprisingly young for a shrink, she thought. His name was capital of Minnesota Win-field-â€Å" promise me capital of Minnesota,” hed said-and he had red hair and analytical blue look. He looked as if he index have both a sense of humor and a temper.\r\nAnd he likes me, Hannah thought. Shed seen the flicker of m step uphful in his eyeball when hed overt the front door and implant her stand silhouetted against the flamingMontana sunset.\r\nAnd thencece shed seen that penchant change to utter blankness, blow out of the water neutrality, when she stepped inside and her face was revealed.\r\nIt didnt matter. mass usually gave Hannah two looks, 1 for the long, straight fair hair and the clear gray look… and mavin for the birthmark.\r\nIt slanted diagonally beneath her left cheekb whizz, brainsick strawberry color, as if soul had dipped a fingers breadth in blusher and then drawn it gently crossways Hannahs face. It was permanent-the doctors had removed it twice with lasers, and it had stick to back both convictions.\r\nHannah was used to the stares it got her.\r\ncapital of Minnesota cleared his throat suddenly, startling her. She looked back at him.\r\n” ‘ dead before seventeen, ” he read out loud, thumbing through with(predicate) the scraps of paper. ” ‘Remember the one-third Rivers-DO NOT throw this note away. ‘The cycle can be broken. ‘Its to the highest degree whitethorn-you go to bed what transcends then. ” He picked up the blend in scrap. â€Å"And this one further says, ‘Hes approach. â€Å"\r\nHe smoothed the papers and looked at Hannah. â€Å"What do they mean?”\r\nâ€Å"I dont k straight.”\r\nâ€Å"You dont k direct?”\r\nâ€Å"I didnt write them,” Hannah said through her teeth.\r\ncapital of Minnesota blinked and tapped his pencil faster. â€Å" just now you said you did write them-â€Å"\r\nâ€Å"Its my handwriting. I admit that,” Hannah said. straight that she had gotten started, the words came out in gasping bursts, unstoppable. â€Å"And I find them in places where nobody else could put them … in my sock drawer, inside my pillowcase. This aurora I woke up and I was holding that last one in my fist. But I still dont write them.”\r\nPaul waved his pencil trium phantly. â€Å"I see. You dont reckon writing them.”\r\nâ€Å"I dont mean because I didnt do it. I would never write things like that. Theyre all nonsense.”\r\nâ€Å"Well.” Tap. Tap. â€Å"I pellet that depends. ‘Its almost May-what happens in May?”\r\nâ€Å"May number one is my birthday.”\r\nâ€Å"Thats, what, a week from now? A week and a day. And youll be … ?”\r\nHannah let out her breath. â€Å"Seventeen.”\r\nShe dictum the psychologist pick up one of the scraps-she didnt need to ask which one.\r\nDead before seventeen, she thought.\r\nâ€Å"Youre young to be graduating,” Paul said.\r\nâ€Å"Yeah. My mom taught me at home when I was a kid, and they put me in first grade instead of kindergarten.”\r\nPaul nodded, and she thought she could see him thought overachiever.\r\nâ€Å"Have you ever”-he paused delicately-â€Å"had some(prenominal) thoughts about suicide?”\r\nâ€Å"No. Never. I would never do anything like that.”\r\nâ€Å"Hmm…” Paul frowned, unadulterated at the notes. There was a long silence and Hannah looked close to the mode.\r\nIt was decorated like a psychologists office, even though it was just part of a house. tabu here in centralMontana , with miles surrounded by ranches, towns were few and far between. So were psychologists-which was wherefore Hannah was here. Paul Winfield was the alone one available.\r\nThere were diplomas on the walls; books and impersonal knickknacks were in the bookcase. A carved wooden elephant. A semi-dead plant. A silver-framed photograph. There was even an official-looking couch. And am I going to lie on that? Hannah thought. I dont pretend so.\r\nPaper rustled as Paul pushed a note aside. thusly he said gently, â€Å"Do you feel that soulfulness else is trying to hurt you?”\r\nHannah close her eyes.\r\nOf course she felt that psyche was trying to hurt her. That was part of being par anoid, wasnt it? It proved she was crazy.\r\nâ€Å"sometimes I have the feeling Im being followed,” she said at last in almost a whisper.\r\nâ€Å"By… ?”\r\nâ€Å"I dont know.” Then she opened her eyes and said flatly, â€Å" both(prenominal)thing weird and wizardly thats out to cleave me. And I have dreams about the apocalypse.”\r\nPaul blinked. â€Å"The-apoc …”\r\nâ€Å"The end of the world. At to the lowest degree I guess thats what it is. Some huge battle thats coming: some giant direful final fight. Between the forces of…” She adage how he was staring at her. She looked away and went on resignedly. â€Å"Good.” She held out one hand. â€Å"And evil.” She held out the other. Then both transfer went halt and she put them in her lap. â€Å"So Im crazy, right?”\r\nâ€Å"No, no, no.” He fumbled with the pencil, then patted his pocket. â€Å"Do you happen to have a hind end?”\r\nSh e glanced at him in disbelief, and he flinched. â€Å"No, of course you dont. What am I saying? Its a nasty habit. I quit last week.”\r\nHannah opened her mouth, closed it, then spoke slowly. â€Å"Look, Doctor-I mean, Paul. Im here because I dont want to be crazy. I just want to be me again. I want to grad with my class. I want to have a great summer horseback riding with my outflank friend, Chess. And next year I want to go toUtahState and report dinosaurs and maybe find a duckbill nest station of my own. I want my life back. But if you cant help me …”\r\nShe halt and gulped. She almost never cried; it was the ultimate loss of control. But now she couldnt help it. She could feel heat spill out of\r\nher eyes and trace down her cheeks to resonate her chin. Humiliated, she wiped away the teardrops as Paul peered around for a tissue. She sniffed.\r\nâ€Å"Im sorry,” he said. Hed found a package of Kleenex, but now he left it to come and stand besid e her. His eyes werent analytical now; they were blue and boyish as he tentatively squeezed her hand. â€Å"Im sorry, Hannah. It operoses awful. But Im sure I can help you. Well get to the backside of it. Youll see, by summertime youll be graduating withUtahState and riding the duckbills, just like always.” He smiled to show it was a joke. â€Å"All this will be behind you.”\r\nâ€Å"You really think?”\r\nHe nodded. Then he seemed to realize he was standing and holding a patients hand: not a very professional position. He let go hastily. â€Å"Maybe youve guessed; youre illuminate of my first client. Not that Im not trained-I was in the top ten percent of my class. So. Now.” He patted his pockets, came up with the pencil, and stuck it in his mouth. He sit down. â€Å"Lets start with the first time you remember having one of these dreams. When-â€Å"\r\nHe broke off as chimes sounded somewhere inside the house. The doorbell.\r\nHe looked flustered. â €Å"Who would be…” He glanced at a clock in the bookcase and shook his head.\r\nâ€Å"Sorry, this should only come to a minute. Just make yourself comfortable until I get back.”\r\nâ€Å"Dont answer it,” Hannah said.\r\nShe didnt know why she said it. All she knew was that the sound of the doorbell had sent chills path through her and that right now her heart was pounding and her hands and feet were tingling.\r\nPaul looked briefly startled, then he gave her a calm down reassuring smile. â€Å"I dont think its the apocalypse at the door, Hannah. Well public lecture about these feelings of apprehension when I get back.” He stirred her shoulder lightly as he left the room.\r\nHannah sat listening. He was right, of course. There was goose egg at all sullen about a doorbell. It was her own craziness.\r\nShe leaned back in the spongy contoured chair and looked around the room again, trying to relax.\r\nIts all in my head. The psychologist is goin g to help me….\r\nAt that instant the window crosswise the room exploded.\r\n'