The hospital was cold when Luna was brought in. She wished she'd rather kept the murder a secret. But, the school would've told anyways. 'Either way', she thought, 'I'm bound for the same ending-a trauma facility.' Her mom's suprisingly warm hand brushed against Luna's shoulder, waking her up a little.

"Is there a...Luna in this room?" The doctor called, only 5 minutes after she sat down. Luna stood up slowly and walked toward him. "Hi, Luna. I'm Doctor Spencer Hamilton. You can call me Spencer. I'm going to help you go through with this one step at a time.




Tick. Tick. Tick. Spencer's room was even colder than the rest of the hospital. "What do you do when you're not helping mental people?" Luna finally asked.

"They're not called mental people. Call them...mentally challanged." Spencer replied in a sort of cold way. And then after a long pause, "I give all kinds of transplants. But, you probably don't want to hear that."

"No, no. I'm fine." Luna smiled and wrapped a sweater around herself. She let her eyes wander, examined the room slowly.

"Whenever you're ready." Spencer's not-too-manly voice rang in Luna's ears. She looked at him and examined him. White doctor's coat, glasses, short, brown hair. Then she smiled at him. Spencer looked away and cleared his throat.

"I'm ready." she said quietly.

"Ok." He looked at his clipboard and looked up. "I need you to close your eyes, and tell me the first thing that pops into your head." So Luna obeyed. She shut her beautiful grey eyes and the murder scene flew into her hea faster than a light. "What do you see?"

Luna started to shiver a little bit. "The school...the murder..." She said.


"Ok. Our goal today is to try to get rid of that picture, and replace it with a new one." He adjusted his glasses. "Close your eyes again, and answer my questions." Luna nodded in agreement and closed her eyes again.

"What is your favourite color?" He began.

"Silver." She replied.

"Your favourite season?" He kept on.

"Winter." She tilted her head down.

"What is your favourite summer activity?"

"Swimming..."

"Ok. Now I need you to imagine you are swimming outside in a silver water pool in the middle of winter." Spencer didn't sound at all like he wanted to laugh. And although that sounded impossible, Luna imagined it, and it looked so beautiful. "Now what is your favourite mythical creature?"

"Mermaids..." Luna said, hypnotized by the beautiful picture Spencer helped her paint.

"In your moving picture, you are a mermaid swimming in the silver pool outside in the winter. But you are not the least bit cold. You are having too much fun spinning and splashing with your tail to notice its now snowing. Now pause...And add to that, your favourite song." He was so sure they would all collide.

"Always by Plumb" she smiled and added that to her fantasy. Then she started it again. She felt warm too. All her cares and worries were put aside. She giggled a bit.

“Now, you don’t have to tell me, but do you like someone?” Spencer asked. Luna nodded her head and told him her crush was already swimming with her. Just then she heard a scream. Bang! Just like that, her fantasy was gone, and she rushed out the door to see what happened. It was a mother, being rushed to the Emergency Room because she was having a baby.

Spencer checked his watch. “ And, our session is over! Thank you, Luna for attending.” He picked her sweater off the floor, handed it to her, and waved Luna out the door. She smiled, said bye, then departed. But the scream brought the picture back, and now it was colliding with her fantasy. What could she do?