Chapter 12: One Thing.

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"If I maintain my silence about my secret it is my prisoner...if I let it slip from my tongue, I am ITS prisoner."
-Arthur Schopenhauer

"Sierra" someone whispered tapping my face that when realization overcame me, I was still in the interrogation room my eyes popped open Spencer leaned over me "are you ok?" He asked with a hinted tone of sadness. I didn't speak I stared at him "Sierra?" He questioned i again didn't reply I held my breath we were in silence his look became concerned "Sierra breathe." He said I didn't I continued holding my breathe "Sierra please" he asked I breathe out hard making a whistling sound as the air went through my teeth, he sighed in relief "so Sierra I heard you haven't been taking your pills" Spencer stated walking away from me towards the table. I said nothing I looked past him
"I don't need them". He turned heel looking at me "you need them Sierra I-" he stopped licking his lips "I understand that you think you can handle yourself without help but it isn't true" he started "I understand because I know what's it's like to be a prisoner of your own mind". I pulled myself to my feet and hugged my arms, slowly I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him squeezing tight I stood there hugging him he stiffened up his arms at his side. I finally let go he took a deep breath as he took ahold of a bottle, spilling out several pills into his hand and then he proceeded to dump them into my hands I looked at him then back at the pills I quickly shoved them into my mouth swallowing them dry it was painful but comforting to me. I quickly sat down on the nearby chair my head falling onto the table "why am I here?" I stuttered out the shuffling of papers was the only response "we think you know something more than what your telling" was his response I lifted my head up slowly. "I don't know what you mean" I quickly replied "I told you everything", he pulled out files of a younger girl sitting them down then he proceeded to fold his hands,

"Who exactly is Haley Blake?".

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