Destruction

Chapter 15

(Lucy's POV)

I'm still sobbing in the car when we arrive back at the hospital. We finished going through the house and I remembered plenty of things. I remembered being tortured and raped. There were so many horrible things that went on in that house and I wasn't able to take it anymore. 

Hotchner took me to the car and back to the hospital. I was so tired of sobbing and being upset. I was tired of wondering what would happen to me. I was hurting so bad and all I wanted to do was just go home, if I even had one, and sleep. I didn't want to think or laugh or smile. Everything inside of me hurt and I wanted it to stop. If I slept, I wouldn't think about it. 

My eyes are heavy and my body is weak by the time I've stopped crying. "Are you ready to go inside, Lucy?" I take in a shaky breath, but nod. I wipe my eyes one last time before shakily trying to open the door. 

When I can't do it, I scream, "Damn it!" I slam my hands against the door, tears pricking at my eyes again. Hotchner hurriedly opens the door and helps me stand. I lean on him, forcing back tears. "Just, damn it, take me inside," I cry. 

I decide to just let the tears fall. Hotchner practically carries me to my assigned room and I collapse on the bed. I curl into a ball and cover myself up. "Everything will be okay, Lucy. I promise," Hotchner whispers. He gently rubs my arm and then walks out, a frown covering his face. 

Sobs continuously escape my lips and I'm surprised someone hasn't come in here yet. I figured the doctors would come for a sobbing patient. I shake the thought from my head and continue my sobbing adventure. 

The pain is so unbearable, but I just don't know what to do about it. I can feel my heart pounding against my rib cage and I feel like any more terror would cause my heart to kill me. 

I try to at least muffle my sobs by shoving my face into the pillow. My breaths are shallow and shaky and I'm not sure what to do. 

Eventually I don't have to worry about it because I'm drifting to sleep. 

When I wake up, I'm momentarily disoriented. It suddenly clicks where I am and I easily sit up. I look around, wondering what I'm supposed to do. My head is pounding from all of the crying I've done. I've remembered a little, but I haven't remember the important things; the recent things. 

I should have remembered everything. I'm so mad at myself for forgetting everything. I know it was out of my control, but I feel like it's my fault still. This is all physically and emotionally draining that I swear, if I take anymore of it, I'll die. I literally feel like all of the pain and heartache is so much that I might die from it. 

As thoughts of death run through my mind, the doctor walks in. "Hello, Lucy. How are you? I know you were feeling very unsettled last night. Hotchner requested us to leave you alone, so we did so. I hope that was okay?"

I nod, not responding. "Good, good. Now, how are you feeling now?" He asks sincerely. 

"Defeated," I huff. 

The doctor looks at me sadly, but speaks, "I know you're feeling rather upset, but I need to know physically, alright?" He seems as if he's being really patient with me right now. 

"Okay, I guess. My head is hurting, but I think that may be from yesterday's events."  

He nods and speaks, "Alright, we're going to go ahead and give you some pain medication to help you with that. Are you willing to take it?" I nod. 

He writes something down on his clipboard and looks back up. "I'll have a nurse bring by your meds and, please, feel free to go on downstairs to the cafeteria and feed yourself. It'll help you with getting used to walking around, especially after yesterday."

I nod and watch as he walks away. I stand and prepare myself to make the journey downstairs. My hand goes to my hair as I try to tame it to look normal. After doing so, just seconds later, the nurse walks in. She passes me a small cup with two pills in them. 

She, too, writes something on her clipboard. She smiles and then passes me a water. Without another word, she leaves. 

I stare at her, frowning. She could have had the decency to speak to me, at least. I shake my head and put both pills in my mouth. With a swig from the water, the pills slide down my throat. 

I walk to the cafeteria using the stairs. I decide that this will help me to better gain my energy back. I'm slightly winded when I sit down with my tray. I munch on my food, not finding it very appealing. It looks great and tastes horrible. 

I jump when someone sits down next to me. My eyes go wide when I see that Jason guy sitting there. Before I can speak, he does, "I've got a gun at your side and I suggest you stand and leave quietly if you wish to stay alive," He whispers. "Smile and nod as if I'm taking you somewhere nice," He says. He has a slight smile on his face and I smile, nodding. I stand and walk with him. 

I can feel the gun against my side as we head towards the elevator. We're down there within seconds and I wish he'd just shoot me right here. I'm so tired of being the victim. 

We walk slowly towards his car and he opens the door from me. I notice the car has no visible locks. However, when he gets to his side, he hits a button and I can here the locks slide into place. I frown and fiddle with my fingers. Who the hell does this guy think he is? 

Soon enough, we've driven up to a vaguely familiar house. As soon as we get inside, I know that I know this house somehow. He drags me by the arm and through the basement. When he straps me into an electric chair, memories come flooding back. I gasp. 

"It was you. It's always been you," I breathe.