Vision, can you pass the salt?

I used it to stop you, that night, when you were not yourself. I don't want people to be afraid of me. Because of what I can do.

[There is a small battle between Sam and Wanda. Please provide a mixture of grunts and yelp sounds. Excerpt from the story: “Wanda struggled to breath. She tried removing the girl's hand from her neck, but it was no use.“]