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Anna Watters hated to be alone. It had developed almost tothe level of a pathological phobia. During the day, she would sit with a groupof friends at school, and then would be picked up by her mother At night, herparents would keep her company while...

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Anna Watters hated to be alone. It had developed almost to the level of a pathological phobia. During the day, she would sit with a group of friends at school, and then would be picked up by her mother At night, her parents would keep her company while she did her homework, and then her father would tuck her into bed and wait until she was asleep before going to bed. No-one, not even Anna, could fathom this terror, but it was as real and as crippling to her as a physical illness. If she was ever left alone, her heart would race until it seized up in her chest. She would vomit and then actually fall into unconsciousness if left alone for too long a time. This fear had begun when Anna had been but a child, and had continued up until now, her 16th year. Naturally, Anna's parents wanted to solve this problem. Due to her fear, a door had been built between her room and her parents, and she would frequently climb in between them, sobbing and afraid. ...read more.

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It was decorated in the most masculine style she had ever seen. The walls had been painted a dark, oxblood colour, padded out by bottle-green leather cushioning. On opposite walls hung stag heads, mounted as if in the moment of death, mouths wide with pain. Salzberg was a short little man, really to small to be frightening.He looked out of place in this big office. 'Anna, Anna, my dear girl, don't look so afraid! Come, sit down.' His tone was kind, almost to the point of fawning. Anna immediately felt better and perched herself on a thickly cushioned couch. 'Your mother and father have been telling me about the problems you've been having, and I think that I may have a solution' He smiled down at her, peering through his glasses at the small girl hunched up on his sofa. 'Come with me' Salzberg held Anna's hand as they walked down into the asylum. Screams, jeers, howls of pain made Anna jump as they walked solemly through the dirt streaked corridor. 'Not to worry my dear, just you close your ears to it all. ...read more.

Conclusion

'I wish...i just wish you hadn't been able to remember when he marked you...from that day on, you were too afraid to be alone in case he got you...i wish you'd been able to live more....' Anna fell upon the floor, clutching at her father's arm, trying to stop him from leaving her alone in this dank, damp hole. She screamed, she babbled, she cried, until eventually her throat was hoarse. Finally, she sat and tried to accustom herself to the gloom It was then that she saw the figure, darker than even the shadows in her cell, patiently waiting for her. From all around her seemed to come the noise of mumbled words, a chant that could have, in a childish mind, passed for a lullaby. The nurses found her the next morning, a cold little figure curled up on the floor of the isolation chamber. Her hands clutched at her heart, and even in death she seemed to have found no peace from the fear that plauged her all her life. Dr Salzberg was unfortunately unable to attend the post mortem as he had been discussing his financial options with John Watters. ...read more.

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