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Chapter 35

Chapter Thirty Five - Welcome Home

- Madeline's POV -

I stare at Maria lifelessly, in shock and confusion. I feel my breathing increase and my stomach feels as if it is about to flip. Maria looks at me as if she is saying, 'Is everything alright?'.

"What do you mean by h-he went back h-home?" I ask shakily, not caring about how uneven my voice is.

"I mean he went back," she pauses, her eyebrows furrowing, "He left this morning," she adds. My breathing is still jagged and deep down, I can feel anger starting to rise in me.

"Why?" I ask, pushing past the lump in my throat. My head is starting to spin even more now.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that," she says calmly, which only makes me want to scream at her even more. Or cry. Or throw up. I do not know what to do at this point.

"Well is he coming back?" I ask, remembering the few pairs of shoes that remained in his room. She shifts in her chair, her eyes never leaving mine.

"I'm sorry but I cannot tell you anything about Martin's situation or I would be tampering with the law," she says slowly and I furrow my eyebrows deeply. The law? I put a hand to my head, trying to calm the dizziness somehow, but it's not seeming to work.

"You don't understand-"

"Madeline," she interrupts me quickly, "If he hasn't told you anything, don't expect him to. If I could tell you, I'm not sure I would want to anyways," she shakes her slightly.

I stand there, my feet glued to the floor and my eyes glued to her. Is she being serious? Is Martin being serious? My jaw involuntarily clenches as his green eyes appear in my head. Why would he do this?

"Madeline?" she asks, snapping me from my thoughts. However, when I quickly move my head, I find myself trying to catch my body, but it's too late. And all I see is black.

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My eyes slowly flutter open and I am welcomed with a horrid stomach ache. I scrunch up my face before I fully regain my vision. When I look around, the room is familiar but I cannot lay my finger on it. I push myself to sit up and suddenly my mouth begins to water; a symptom I have before I am getting ready to throw up.

I look around quickly for a trash can and when I spot one, I dart over to it. Within seconds, I throw up whatever little food I had in my stomach. When I am finished, I wait a moment to see if anything else is going to come up. When nothing does, I climb back onto the bed in the room and just sit there.

I take a look around again and realize that I am in the nurse's office. What happened again? When I get ready to lay back down, the door swings open and there stands the nurse. Memories from that one day I came here come flooding back in my head. Did I ever get her name?