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Sunday 5th November, 2021

My eyes slowly opened, my body stretching as I woke up with small hisses coming out of my mouth from the excruciating pain in my back and ribs. I took a deep breath, I was ready for another beating today - note the sarcasm. But when I was stretching my arms, I frown as my arms don't feel chained up like usual.

My eyes still blurry from waking up that I slowly glance around the room not seeing the old run down sewer room that I was placed in with no blood smears on the walls or the sound of the dripping in the pipes creating a vibrating echo.

I studied the room my lashes fluttering a few times to pry out the sleepiness. My eyes snap to the beeping sound beside me, seeing a heart monitor beeping steadily as my brows narrow in heavy confusion.

What happened?

Looking down at the IV in my arm I panic my brain thinking that I'm still with them as I roughly took it out of me. I panic with my chest rising heavily my eyes darting around the room but nothing helps me to reassure myself that I am gone from them - from her.

They hurt me to much. I've imagined being out of there and just with my family and my boyfriend but being in a hospital is still uneasy for me. The monitor beeps loudly as I hear fate footsteps running in with hands touching me on my shoulders with people trying to put me down.

My panic rises thinking the worse might happen. "Ple- please n-no more, I- I c- can't st-stick it anymore" I pleaded stumbling over each of my words, hot tears running down my checks as I try to claw at the prying hands.

"Get your fucking hands off of from him, he thinks he's still there" I hear a familiar voice shout dominantly as my eyes get woozy turning my head to the side seeing a figure looking like my boyfriend.

"A-aiden" I whispered right when the hands all went away, my breathing slowly but surely evens out but I'm still panicking.

"Shh it's okay, I'm here, take deep breaths baby. That's it well done Lucas" Aiden's voice reassures me as he thumbs against my cheeks wiping away the tears as I lean into his touch. He leans forward placing a soft kiss on my forehead, putting out foreheads together.

"What happened?" I muttered low, loud enough for Aiden to hear. He pulls away from me but pulls himself up on to the bed facing me with out hands still interlocked.

"What do you remember?" He says softly, rubbing his thumb back and forth on my hand.

Memories flash before my eyes as i pitch my eyes shut, tears building up in my eyes again as the memory of being stabbed badly than the others. My free hand moves down to my stomach, pulling at the fabric on me pulling it up as i ran my fingers over the weird texture on my skin blocking me from feeling the scar. Tears fall down my cheeks as Aiden's hands brush them away.

But that doesn't stop the realization, and with that came the severe panic. The undeniable panic that started at my fingertips and it crawled all the way to my chest as if goose bumps dance across my skin but worse like frostbites at the tip of your fingers and toes. I grabbed at my chest, clutching it tightly a futile attempt to calm my racing heart. But it got worse. I grasp at my chest, the hospital gown between my fingertips. I can't breathe. I felt like i was hyperventilating, tears leaking out of my brown eyes.

Am i having a panic attack? I need have panic attacks. I tried to stumble out of the bed but familiar hands grip at my shoulders pushing me down, his voice trying to break through my panicked mind.

"Lucas! Lucas! Hey, look at me! Baby, you're having a panic attack, okay? I need you to focus on me" He grasped my face in his hands gently, caressing my cheeks softly.