The week following the alley incident was a blur of cold sweats and missed classes. Every time a teacher dropped a pen or a bell rang, Laura jumped. Her parents, convinced her "old school trauma" was resurfacing, didn't listen when she talked about the white mask. They saw a girl falling apart; they didn't see a witness to a crime.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc17FV1ja5S
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That was how she ended up at The Hynes Wellness Center.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJGNuWvM9SL
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The office didn't look like a police station or a hospital. It smelled of expensive cedarwood and expensive peace. Dr. Stephen Hynes sat behind a mahogany desk, his hands folded. He looked nothing like a killer. He looked like the father she wished would listen to her.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCuS9D1smhH
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"The mind is a delicate instrument, Laura," he said. His voice was like velvet—deep, resonant, and calm. "When we go through something as terrible as bullying, our brains start to play tricks on us. We see monsters in the shadows because we've already been hurt by monsters in the daylight."72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjXYLOjpkZE
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"I know what I saw, Dr. H," Laura whispered, clutching her bag. "Her eyes... they were white. Like she wasn't there anymore."72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzYWL9YQAsa
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Dr. H leaned forward, his eyes warm with sympathy. "That is called Dissociative Fugue. Your brain, trying to protect you from the stress of your job and your past, projected a visual of 'emptiness' onto a stranger. It’s very common in survivors of trauma."72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCjrm39gVKl
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He reached into his drawer and pulled out a small, silver object. Laura’s heart skipped—but it wasn't a tuning fork. It was a simple, elegant metronome.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWD86cYT1Ni
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"I want to try something to help you ground yourself. A simple relaxation technique. It will help clear the 'noise' the bullies left behind. Just follow the rhythm, Laura. Left. Right. Left."72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVqGK0QdkXc
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"Focus on my voice. Your friends, your job, the alley... they are all just static on a radio station you’re moving past. You are safe here. You are in control."72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ25K0B6KR5f
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As the metronome ticked, Laura felt her eyelids grow heavy. The sharp edges of the memory—the masked man’s coat, the sound of the shears—began to feel blurry, like a photo left out in the rain.72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVd3VqJjb8L
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"Good," Dr. H murmured, his smile widening just a fraction. "Now... let's talk about your hair, Laura. It’s such a beautiful, deep shade of black. You must be very proud of it."72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHuXJoS7oah
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