#Chapter 227: Hypnosis

Moana

 

I went to sleep that night with anger still in my heart for Edrick.

 

When I woke up, however, that anger turned into fear.

 

I found myself no longer in my bed, but I was now at the little desk that was in my room. And it wasn’t just that, either. I had my sketchbook lying on the desk in front of me, and what was drawn on it…

 

Was the knife.

 

I gasped and quickly snapped the sketchbook shut. Why was this happening to me? I stood, knowing that I needed to tell someone, but I couldn’t tell Edrick. If I told him, then he would likely only freak out even more, and I already felt like a prisoner.

 

These drawings had to be prophetic. And the only way that I could get to the bottom of what they really meant was by accessing whatever part of my brain that they were coming from. Maybe then, I could start to use them to my advantage before something really bad happened.

 

It was late, but Dr. Rhodes did m