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I heard muffled voices. It was like I was submerged in water and they were above the surface. The thing was, I could breathe. The only things I couldn't do was see or move my body. This shot panic through me. Was I blindfolded. Was I strapped down? What is happening?

Tears were starting to stream down my cheeks and my breathing was becoming harder and harder to follow through with. I gasped for air but was greeted with a suffocated feeling.

"Reagan! Wake up!"

The voice came through so clearly it was as if the person was right there. Strangely it calmed me down somewhat. The deep and alluring qualities of this voice seemed so familiar, so soothing, an yet so foreign.

Someone touched my arm, causing my eyes to snap open suddenly; a bright light flooding into my pupils, blinding me and creating a major headache to start forming behind my eyes.

My lips parted and my lungs expanded with the precious oxygen I longed for, causing pain to ripple through my body, the affect of a withdrawal being fed.

"Reagan? Reagan?"

His voice. It was his voice. The voice that seemed so soothing, familiar, and yet so foreign, but in truth, it wasn't so foreign in after all. It was Mason.

"I'm so glad you're okay," he whispered as he moved towards me, wrapping me in his arms and nuzzling his face into my neck.

I tensed up and a terrified scream escaped my mouth. What's happening? Is it happening again? I feel restrained. I can't move. Please no. Please tell me this isn't a replay.

Several nurses flooded into the room, each grabbing a part of Mason and dragging him away from me.

The look in Masons eyes could be described as confused and scared, but that'd be an understatement.

Tears where falling slowly down my cheeks and there was a nurse beside me trying to calm me down.

"Miss. Please calm down. Are you okay?"

I was staring at him, but slowly tore my gaze from his figure to look at her. I couldn't do anything, my movement was shut down out of shock, so I just sat there and stared at her.

"Please take him out of the room so she can calm down." My nurse instructed.

Both nurses holding Mason nodded and directed him out of the room, leaving me with my nurse.

She sat on the bed and looked at me with sympathy in her eyes. One of her hands moved to cover mine, in an attempt to try and comfort me.

I sat there and stared at my lap, trying to gain control of my emotions, but it wasn't working very well.

The door to my room opened, causing me to look up. A middle-aged man walked in, a clipboard in his hands and medication bottles setting on it.

"Reagan Love?"

"Yes?" I struggled to get out.

"I'm Dr. Leadford, and I am your doctor."

I nodded.

"Since you are awake, and are physically fine, you are okay to leave. We can hire a therapist to help you with your mental problems, knowing what's happened to you. But in the mean time, until you decide, here are some prescribed medication that you will need to take to help with physical recovery and mental."

I nod once more.

"Each should be taken three times a day, one pill each time it is consumed, and preferably taken after every meal."

"Okay," I said, my voice extremely raspy.

He set the two bottles on the table beside me and wrote on his clipboard.

"Whenever she's ready, she may get dressed and leave. She's already checked out."

With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door fully behind him.

My nurse looked at me, a questioning look in her eyes. She was wondering if I was ready to get dressed and leave.

I nod and she stood, walking over to a chair in the corner where a bag sat. I assumed that it held clothes for me to put on.

She brought it over and helped me slowly get dressed. I hurt everywhere. Especially down there... It wasn't very fun putting on clothes but at least the bottoms were a pair of fuzzy zebra-print shorts.

After I was dressed, I was put in a wheelchair and taken downstairs to be taken home.

Home.

I don't even know where home is anymore.

I was taken from my home.

Given a new home.

And then taken to a not so welcoming home.

Where do I belong?

Who am I anymore?

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Hey guys! New chapter! Whoop whoop!

Sorry it's short. My best friend's dog died and I had a very strong attachment to her. She was so caring and a good dog. She was also fourteen years old. But I still can't stop crying.

Thank you for being so supportive.

Thanks for reading guys!
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