Compelled

14

                 We piled in the car driving away from any evidence of being present. "So, what do we do now?" quietly Zayn spoke up. "We return home" "But our families, what do we tell them? The police? The newspapers?" I questioned unsure. "We use your "sickness" as an excuse. You tell them you didn't know. You tell them Its getting worst. We went to look for you and succeeded. Simple as that" "No! Zayn, I cant-I can't go back to therapy, I'm done with pills and doctor check ups. I-I'm not insane" "I know your not" Zayn answered.

Returning home was quite the show. My mom remotely decided I was 100% insane. She scheduled doctor appointments for the day, at least more than one, which was unnecessary in my part, I remembered everything, but I had to play along. I knew it was the only way. Zayn, Harry, and Niall were the only ones who knew the truth. The only ones I could trust. I had to do everything they told me.

As we left the house, news trucks surrounded our property. People explored out of vans toward us, shoving camera's in our faces. Barraging questions in short breaths. "Where did Celia go?" ""Did Celia runaway?" "Was this due to Celia's mental issue?" "Is Celia safe?" "Celia, how long will you be in therapy?" "Do you think Celia will ever get better?" I kept my head down as they triggered the questions toward my mother. "Will Celia be sent to an insane asylum/" The last one hit. I was not insane. I lived in a small town, now I knew. Everyone claimed me as...insane. A nobody. A psycho.

My mother stopped, raising her hands in front of me, blocking them from view. "My daughter needs to be left alone. Leave, or I will call the cops. You are wanted here or allowed. I will take you to court and sue you for trespassing if you are not gone by the time we get back" The press backed away mumbling things about me to one another. "Lets go" My mother stated grabbing my forearm. Once we reached the doctor we sat in boring chairs in a boring waiting room with boring people. My mother filled out paperwork while I was forced to watch the news channel on the T.V.

"BREAKING NEWS: Celia Denvers returns home after going missing for days"

The familiar events played on the screen. My mother and I leaving, yet to be attacked by the reporters. "Celia's Mom, Teressa Denvers exploded yelling harsh commands at our camera crews, sending threats" I can't believe they're making us seem like the bad people.  A nurse stood in the doorway with a clipboard. "Celia, the doctor is ready to see you" My mom stood up first leading the way, me cowardly following behind.

NIALLS POV

I flipped through the tv channels, having nothing else to do. I was grounded, locked up from the real world. My parents were furious once I returned. Something caught me off guard, setting down the remote. Celia and her mom crowded by camera's and microphones. I was shocked, and disgusted at how they could do this to her. Hardly anybody noticed me and Zayn were missing. People believed us when we told them we went to look for her. Celia was their main interest, and I sincerely felt bad.

"Celia is sent to therapy after reportedly losing her mind. We can only hope for the best and to feel sorry for her situation" I pressed the off button, picking up my phone which I was not suppose to be using. This was an exception, this was important.  Dialing Zayn's number he answered. "Did you see that?" "Sure did" Zayn huffed. "How could they" I argued "She doesn't deserve this."

CELIAS POV

"Do you remember anything?" yes. "No"

"What was your last memory?" Harry ripping off Elliot's body parts and lighting them on fire "I don't have one"

"What did the pills do to you?" made me high "Nothing"

"Where did you go?" Paris, France. "I don't remember"

"Were you with somebody? Who?" Yes, Harry, Zayn and Niall. "No, Nobody"

The doctor seemed aggravated, crossing out everything written on his paper. "Mrs. Denvers, I think the best thing now is to try new medicine and to get Celia in more therapy, but different this time." The doctor fake smiled stepping closer to my mother. "What does he mean" I asked my mom. She placed her hand on my thigh bending down to me as if she saw me as a child. "Celia, honey. We think its best for you to take a break from here, to go a way for a little while and to live with kids like you" "You're sending me to a therapy home? Mom, no no no, you don't understand, I'm not crazy." the doctor spoke up. "We need to take this rather quickly. I have an institute waiting for Celia's arrival within the next 48 hours" "Mom no you can't do this! He can't do this!" I screeched pointing to the doctor. "I'm sorry Celia" "I remember!" I announced. "I remember everything okay?"

"Celia, I know you don't want to go-" "No! I'm not lying! Ask me something from when I was a kid"

Moments passed before my mom finally muttered. "Fine. What did I get you for your birthday when you were 10?" "A bike, A pink bike with no training wheels and a basket like the one in the wizard of Oz" "Is that correct Mrs. Denvers?" The doctor questioned. "Y-yes" My mom stuttered. "Celia, why didn't you tell me you remembered?" "I was afraid to" I lied. I knew I probably shouldn't have told my mom, but I couldn't keep it from her forever. It was too late now anyways.