“Stop that” my mom barked in my ear, as she pinched my arm, which is definitely a signal to back down. But I couldn’t control it. No matter how much effort I tried.

“Sorry mrs.rubenstien, my daughter is just in her teenage years” my mom chuckled, forcing a smile, as she beckoned me to go inside. I could feel the therapists glare burning my back as trudged back into the hallway, sitting on the rough metal chair outside her office, Litterally spelling boring. With its rigid edges and uncomfortable, not to mention cold, seat.

“All qualities represented mrs.rubenstien” I Said to my self. Trying to muffle my chuckle on my damp maroon raincoat my mom had bought for me, well not necessarily bought, figuring it was totally free. After all it was a yard sale. I felt a sudden cold rush of wind on my face, my nose now numb, water trickling down my hood which was propped up on my head, not all the way on, but still managing to cover my ashy long brown hair. I felt my left eyebrow twitch all of a sudden, making its appearance curved, like the type of eyebrow raise you see in movies from funny characters, the tippy tops of the eyebrow hairs almost touching a hair strand, but not quite. I suddenly burst into a laugh, a deep throaty one, like the one that comes bubbling up from your stomach, as you choke on it, not bieng able to grasp the situation fully. But like I said, i cant Control it. It comes at a random time, at a random place. I certainly did not find anything funny, i mean except the eyebrow hairs of course, but that wouldn’t make me laugh. Or even giggle, maybe smile though. Suddenly I heard loud footsteps, I knew I was going to get in trouble. I had to stop. The laugh was still going on. Hysterical giggles now bursting through my mouth. I covered my mouth with one hand, trying to muffle the laughter, as the other hand struggled to move the eyebrow down to its normal position. Of course that was the time Mrs.rubenstien came in, looking like she had saw a ghost as her beady eyes squinted at me, trying to understand what the hell i was doing. Suddenly I felt my face burn, it felt like as though it was on fire, each inch of my face lit on fire, melting. I howled, my other laugh halting to a stop, trying to grasp what was happening. Tears slid down my cheeks, as I heard voices, but all I could focus on was the pain, the searing, burning pain. As my eyes focused I could only see one person, and only one. I didn’t focus on my moms screams and cry’s for help. Or the sound of the 911 dispatcher. All I saw was mrs.rubenstiens beady eyes, still staring at me, her expression fades to monotone, but a slight grin etched on the left corner of her mouth.

“Sleep little girl, sleep” as she pulled out a handkerchief. Suddenly it all clicked. She had been controlling me. Mrs. Rubenstien cackles as she held it to my face, the sweet scent of drugs blurring my vision as I fall into a deep slumber of frenzy.