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My eyelids were heavy and I felt dazed and drained of energy. My throat was dry and I needed to throw up badly. What the hell happened!

My eyes blinked open, and my mind was instantly alert and totally awake. I sighed inwardly, lay there for a moment, and then decided to get myself a glass of water.

Except I couldn't move.

I don't know how long I lay there, my heart hammering fast against my chest, my mind whirling like a maelstrom while my body remained as immobile as stone. I was a prisoner in my own skin, as helpless and vulnerable as a newborn baby. I tried to scream, but nothing came out.

My surrounding was unusually quiet, not the usual on Zephroid. My senses heightened and my eyes roamed around the room I was in. Everything was white and all I saw other than white everywhere was a small window. However, instead of a wide window with a flower box there was a mean barred opening with thick metal bars and no glass.

Pain suddenly throbbed through my back as it became obvious I was lying on an uneven concrete bed. The bed, as my back could attest, was made to the highest standard and could reduce your back muscles to a series of tangled aching knots in less than two minutes.

Again, I tried to lift my limbs but to no avail. My hands nor feet weren't chained down yet I felt numb and unable to control my limbs. I wanted nothing more than to escape this body which held me as a prisoner.

I don't know for how long I laid there in the deafening silence, but it was be coming more and more unbearable. My ears screamed for some banging, some knocking, some break of the ice. My feet begged to be jabbed with thorns and my arms cried for some sort of pain, some sort of movement, something except this. Oh how I wished sleep would come.

I forced my eyes shut but they flew open just as soon as I did that. I dug deep in my mind in search of the very thing that I feared so much. But the darkness refused to come, sleep stayed as far away from me as possible.

Just as I gave up trying, I heard the metallic sound of elevator doors scraping open. I averted her eyes in the direction of the sound, and saw that a part of the wall had slid open and a figure in full white was standing in the opening in the wall. The only thing that separated him from the wall was his dark blue skin. He looked like a blurr in my vision.

He took painfully slow and calculated steps towards me. My lungs thrummed and sweat stung my eyes as I tried to focus on the ever approaching figure.

It seemed like a thousand years before he finally reached by my side. He looked down at me with his hollow, dead, fiery red eyes, seemingly unaware and uninterested in the inner turmoil I was having at the moment.

"Someone's here to see you," he said seemingly bored.

I looked at him with lidded eyes. Like how do they expect me to respond to them!

He leant over me and took up a cup and a bottle of water I hadn't noticed, from beside me. He filled the cup with water and shoved it towards my mouth, causing me to bite my lip. I tasted blood in my mouth and my eyes stung with tears. I have never felt so vulnerable in my life. He held up my head and forced the water down my throat.

The cool refreshing water trickled over my cracked lips and down my throat. I coughed and he removed the cup from my mouth. "Where the hell am I? Who the hell are you? What the hell is happening? What in the Jupiter am I doing here in this room?" I rushed, bombarding him with questions and not easing up once to catch my breath.

He gave me that same look of indifference. "Someone's here to see you," he repeated.

I gave him my deadliest stare but he didn't even flinched. I sucked in my breath. "Who?" I asked coarsely.

"Aruva," he answered in that same indifferent voice.

The screws began working in my head. Aruva? What the hell is she doing here? She just sold me out and told Travark to lock me up and she has the decency to come here!

I told him to let her in. As hr went out to retrieve her, I tried to figure how where I was and how I was going to escape.

As I was still mulling over my location, a different part of the wall slid open and there exited Aruva and the guard. She's lucky I still can't move or else I'd slapped the fudge out of her.

I closed my eyes trying to calm myself because it doesn't make any sense getting my mind worked up with anger for no reason when I won't be able to smash her ungrateful, backbiting face in. I speed count backwards from 100 to 1. I felt the bottom of the bed sink and I figured that Aruva had sat down. I kept my eyes close and she kept her mouth shut, which was good.

"Zaria, I'm sorry, but it's for the best," she said, almost inaudibly.

My eyes flew open. "For the best!" I yelled. "How is this for the best Aruva?" I shouted. My voice bounced off the wall, deafening me, but I didn't care. I couldn't use my body to show how angry I was, so my voice will have to do.

"You don't believe me. No one does," I cried out angrily, my voice shaking. "You are the only thing I have left and you believe that I'm crazy! You don't believe me! You don't believe me, Melissa," I whimpered. I didn't care about this Aruva, but I knew that somewhere deep inside my beloved sister Melissa was still there.

I saw her flinch but there was something in her eyes. Something that looked like pain and desperation. But I closed my eyes. I didn't need Aruba's pity. I wanted my sister back, my real sister, Melissa.

I felt her reach out to me. I flinched internally. "Alaina," she said in that calm caring voice that I heard only in my dreams and nightmares that attacked me daily. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing her out of my mind. She didn't deserve my forgiveness. Remember, she thinks you are crazy. She doesn't really care.

"Alaina," she said again in a faint distant voice then I heard a loud thud. My eyes sprung open and I saw her sprawled out on the floor.

Melissa!