It's Been A Long Time... [Desperate Measures Sequel]

Two.

A/N: Hello my lovelies. It has been a long time. I've been away enjoying a holiday and thinking up some fresh ideas. Tenerife was amazing and I loved every single second of it. 

For now, though I am back here and writing for you guys. Any feedback on this and other works I have currently going I would greatly appreciate it, if you don't feel you can comment on it, please send me a private message. Thanks, lovelies.

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The air currently circulating around my room was chilling, never the less I couldn't turn the fan off, I didn't want to sit in silence and hear the loud ringing in my ears. The fan made a dreadful squeaking sound as the blades spun around. I guess you get what you paid for in hotels, I had currently forked out a measly 30 dollars for this greasy little hotel room. I was lucky to have a fan in the room at all. 

I was sitting in the wicker chair by the window watching the world pass me by, it was easier and probably more hygienic than the bed in the room. I had chosen not to sleep on the bed last night and right now I had a crick in my neck. I had another night of this crap before I left for home tomorrow. Home, if that's what you can call it. 

Since leaving the secure unit at the beginning of the year I was staying in a non-secure unit where it was more like a hotel but with support from the staff. Once I completed my final task and got myself a job I could be signed out of the unit and into my own home where I would have telephone consultations and visits. 

My family weren't joking when they said they were going to get me the best care available. To a point, this felt like it was sucking the life out of me. I had sucked the life out of myself up until now and only now was I truly ready to live in this world and be myself. 

I had accepted that and various others things I hadn't realised before. My life was now worth living, I wanted to live and I wanted to enjoy myself. I wasn't ready to die, even if I was ready starving was not the way to go. I now knew that I was just an angel waiting to be called and until that time I was to use and live each day to my fullest potential. 

The thoughts travelling around my head regarding everything was halted when my phone started to ring. I looked at the screen to see there was no number listed, I cautiously pressed the answer button before lifting my mobile to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hello Natasha," the voice belonged to my regular counsellor, Skip. "I've been trying to contact you."

"Sorry Skip," I replied as I looked out the window and down at the road, the traffic was busy and there was a long queue waiting at the lights. "What's the problem?"

I heard some rustling in the background before Skip spoke again in his beautiful Australian accent, his voice deep and rich. "I know you are out of state, you just didn't tell us when you would be coming back."

"Tomorrow, I should be back late tomorrow," I explained as I stay back in the chair and relaxed. "I have to go, I'm waiting for a call."

"We'll see you tomorrow then Natasha," Skip spoke before he ended the call. 

I rolled my eyes as I put my phone on my lap and shook my head. I swear they didn't listen to anything I told them, I explained I would be away on work interviews. Skip was very thorough, he was probably just double checking that I was fine and not worried. I always spoke with confidence whenever he rang to give him the impression I was fine, sometimes he was very overbearing. 

My phone then vibrated and rang again, I answered quickly and spoke "Hello?" My voice a little agitated, Skip sometimes rang twice in a row to be annoying. 

"Is that Natasha?" I recognised the voice instantly. 

"Yes, it is Mr McMahon."

"Hello there my dear," he spoke in a gentle calming voice, "I have some good news for you."

I smiled to myself, "I'm listening."

"As of next month you have been drafted to Smackdown," Vince told me. "Shane is excited to see what you can bring to the table."

"Thank you so much," I gushed down the phone. I couldn't have been more excited. "I cannot wait."

"I shall email you over the details and any other information, please don't hesitate to ask if you have any questions," Vince said. "I shall be in touch." 

"Thank you again," I said before we ended the call. I had a job. It was official, I had been drafted to a show and I had a permanent job to go to. All I had to do now was live my life and enjoy it.

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Creeping back into the unit at 11 pm the next day was near impossible. As I turned the corner there was an ambulance outside and waiting, as I neared the building I could hear shrieking and wailing along with a few voices trying to calm down the screams. 

I followed the sounds before being confronted by the scene in front of me, the girl from room 45B, Mercy Little, being pulled out of her room, her nails dragging along everything as she resisted being taken away. 

Her voice was failing, she had obviously been screaming for some time. Her body was becoming weak with all the fighting she had obviously done, I could see around that all the other rooms were on lockdown, I was the only resident that was free from their room apart from Mercy. 

Her eyes caught mine and she pleaded with me with her eyes. I bit my lip as I looked from her to the staff that held her. 

"Go to the offices, Natasha!" Skip's voice sounded over all the chaos, my eyes drifted to his, he had appeared from what seemed to be nowhere, yet he was here now. "Now Tasha!"

I looked to Mercy once again, she seemed to have stopped fighting the movement but she was still screaming. I had no idea why they would be taking her away, she always seemed so stable here, like she shouldn't have been here in the first place. 

Suddenly when the guys holding her seemed to think everything was going their way, she sprung back to life and out of their grips, a knife appearing in her hand. 

The blade glistened in the bright lights and she seemed to produce a twisted smile on her lips. 

"Come on now Mercy," Skip spoke to her, his voice calming and relaxed. "There is no need for this is there?"

Mercy glared at him, her eyes narrowing as she watched him. 

"No one needs to get hurt tonight Mercy," Skip told her gently. "All you have to do is give me the knife, we can go to the office and we can talk about it all."

"You've already decided that your time for talking has ended," Mercy reminded him of the truth. When the ambulance comes you already know you are not coming back here, your time for talking is well and truly over. 

"Mercy," I spoke up in a confident voice, I stepped towards her, Skip looked at me like I was crazy, he was warning me to stay back but Mercy was just human like the rest of us. "Mercy, come on, you don't actually want to hurt anyone, you just want them to listen."

She shook her head at me as I passed by Skip and stood with a metre between us. "I don't know what I want."

I reached for her, she flinched away, I returned my hand to my side as I looked at her, her eyes full of sadness and pain. "Give me the knife Mercy," I told her, I reached my hand forward for her, she eyed my hand before giving me the knife. 

I threw it to the floor quickly and pulled Mercy into a hug, it seemed like she needed it because she melted into me, tears flowing from her eyes. "It's going to be okay," I whispered as I rubbed her back knowing that it was all lies. Nothing for her was going to be okay, not for now.