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I looked around, scanning the faces and taking in the rough demeanor of around a dozen strangers. I automatically went into a defensive stance and spun around wildly, until I saw the same figure that had grabbed me a few minutes ago, which turned out to be a woman.

She smiled a thin crooked smile as she stepped towards me and whispered, "Hello Alaina." I raised my eyebrows at her, fighting the crawling urge to cry out in pain. "Oh, my bad," she laughed. "I mean Zaria." My eyebrows knitted and she stopped about a yard away from me, raising her hands defeated, palms facing me. "It's been what? Almost 12 years since I last saw you. You sure have changed," she said, looking me over.

"Well, I don't know you and I sure as hell don't miss you," I barked at her, crossing my arms over my chest.

"How's Melissa?" she asked, and my heart sunk.

"Who's Melissa?" I asked, my eyes looking around wildly, avoiding her face.

"Oh they've changed her name too," she said, slapping herself in her forehead. "How could I forget?"

"Who the hell are you people?" I barked frustratingly.

No one answered. They all just stared at me like they expected me to miraculously recognize them. I rolled my eyes and stared at them blankly, waiting for an answer, which it seemed I wasn't going to get. I stomped off, needing to get away from these people and back to civilization.

"Just remember to meet us there," a voice called out to me.

I rolled my eyes and continued walking, hoping I'd get out of here and away from these godforsaken people soon.

***

I opened my cabin door to see Travark pacing up and down my room. I didn't even step in before he barked, "Where the hell were you?"

I ignored him, closed the door and walked right past him into my room, crashing down on the bed.

"Where were you?" Travark demanded again.

I slowly propped myself up on my elbow and stared at him, "Uhm, how is that your concern?"

"I'm tired of your bull, Z!" he yelled, his patience at its wits. "You left the hospital today and didn't even take the medication that you had called me for that night," he said tiredly.

My eyes widened in disbelief. How'd he know. "Z, that is the purpose of the phone. Anyhow, I brought it over. It's right there on the table," he told me wearily.

I looked at the pills lying lazily on the bedside table, waiting on me to down them, and looked back up at him. "Okay. You can go now. Bye," I shooed him out of my room.

He looked at me one last time as if to decide whether or not I'd be okay on my own, then when he was convinced, he left silently.

I looked at the pills once again, before taking them up off the table and got up from the bed, going into the washroom.