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<br> Hannah was fast asleep, lying contorted on her bed. She always shifted herself into a crumpled mess during the night. Her therapist, Doctor Brown, said it was a symptom of her disturbed mentality. She could hear a loud thumping coming from her door, but she simply incorporated it into her dream instead of waking up.<br><br> <br><br><br><br> <br><br>Finally, her door burst open and her mother trotted in, purse in hand, already dressed to go out for the day. “Get up, Hannah.” She nudged her daughter until she rolled off the far side of the bed. Hannah stood up groggily and swept her long tangled blonde hair out of her face. “Get dressed,” her mother ordered her.<br><br> <br><br><br><br> <br><br>“Where are we going?”<br><br> <br><br><br><br> <br><br>“To Doctor Brown’s,” she answered.<br><br> <br><br><br><br> <br><br>“What? No, I told you I wasn’t going back there.”<br><br> <br><br><br><br> <br><br>“Do you know how much I pay for those