She walked through the hallway into the kitchen. The open room bright and welcoming.

Spencer walked over to the fridge and grabbed a container of strawberries and closed the door. She walked over to the counter and began to carefully cut up the berries and place them in a small Tupperware bowl.

She watched as she slices each strawberry carefully and tried to avoid her pale fingers. She forced herself to think positive…she needed to think positive right now.

She hated getting this way.

She took long deep breathes. Slow and long, feeling her body from head to toe.

She sliced another berry.

She took another breath.

Calm.

She needed to be calm.

She needed to be happy.

She needed to be okay.

“Oh, Ashley Darling, You are my sunshine!” A loud and deeply accent British voice said coming down the hall toward the kitchen.

Spencer froze.

The male voice began to sing as he came down the hall, laughing through the words. “Oh, you are my sunshine, my only sunshine; you make me happy when skies are grey…”

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t get enough air in her body. As much as she gasped for breathes, she couldn’t get the air.

[i] The scalpel in his hand reflected the florescent light from the ceiling. Spencer could see a reflection in the shiny object as he sterilized. The smell of ammonia fled to her nostrils and she continued to stare at the reflection. The lifeless eyes, flat blond hair, pale skin…that couldn’t be her. [/i]

Her heart was racing through her body, beating violently at her chest. Trying to escape, her heart couldn’t go anywhere except in the small cage in her chest. She could barley move, and panic was coursing through her body. She could feel her hands shaking.

[i] He smiled at her before reaching over with his white rubber hands and pushing a strand of blond hair out of her face. She didn’t know what he was going to do, she was terrified. She couldn’t scream, the IV hooked up to her arm was most likely the cause of that. Instead she sat there paralyzed with her hands resting on the small table in front of her; fingers spread out. She could feel her heart beating in her throat, as if it was trying to escape through her mouth.