Violet squirmed around on the bed, trying uselessly to get away from her dad. The power churned inside her, but she had no way of getting it out. She did not know how to use it. She did the only thing she could think of. She called for help.
Carl! She screamed inside her mind. Help me!
But, as her father injected the syringe into her arm, she remembered that Carl was not there.
She drifted in and out of consciousness for what might have been days or might have been months and years. There were times when she knew where she was but could not move or do anything. Those were the worst times, like a nightmare or a horror movie.
Her father appeared at random times. Sometimes he was real, but other times, she could not be sure. He told her things that made no sense. Stories of where he had b
