Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Jayda doesn’t need to hear that. And it makes Daisy cry. But a scream is burning in my chest as they haul me to “the chair.” My tears mean nothing. My soft begging is pointless. They grab my arms and legs and strap me down and put that damn wand to my head… the one that reaches inside my mind and starts tearing it apart…