and i still live with my parents in the farmhouse . like a switch had been thrown , the visions disappeared , giving her some visual peace . my voice served as the voice in the back of their heads , questioning . dont worry ; i cant deal with you now-at least not here . even her own sister thought she had wasted her life . what shall we do with you then ? i wished i could crawl out of the room , too . she knew she could not continue on with the book until her mind was at ease . 