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6. Chlorpromazine

"So are you going to go?" Elias asks after some prep in our Psychology class invited me to his party tonight. I'm not sure why he did, when I'm sitting right here with Elias, who is my boyfriend, after all.

"Of course not. Why would I?" I turn to look at him as we walk across campus towards my next class; trigonometry. He has Statistics next, but they're in the same building.

"Good. He was totally checking you out," Elias mutters, not making eye contact.

"He was?" I didn't even notice.

"Yeah. He seems like a douche anyways," he chuckles and I laugh with him.

"Ready for your Stats test?" I ask as we near the building.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he sighs, "what kind of teacher gives a test the first week of school anyways? It's going to be a long year."

"Sounds like it, at least I'm here now," I joke and smile up at him. He turn to me with his dazzling white teeth and crystal blue eyes. A real smile; one that could give me chills, and make me smile any day.

"I don't think I would have made it through another year with out you," he jokes and bumps into my as we walk through the door into the math building.

"Do you want to do something this weekend?"

"Like what?" He asks curiously.

"I dunno. I figured we could celebrate our first week or something."

"How about dinner?" He suggests and I nod my head, "there's a great restaurant just down the street from campus. Pick you up at your dorm around 7?"

"Sounds good!" I agree and we stop outside of my classroom. He leans in for a goodbye kiss, and I lean in too. Right before our lips meet his eyes turn black again. He reaches out and shoves me to the ground. He swings his boot to kick my rib cage.

"Stop!" I shout out before I can stop myself. I sit straight up in bed and scramble back into the corner my cot is pushed up against. My heart races, and my breath catches in my throat. Sobs rack through my chest as the all too real dream continually replays in my head.

My door flies open, and Walter comes rushing in. His lips are moving, but my hands are clamped over my ears trying to get his voice out of my head. I can feel his boot striking my chest repeatedly, and I can hear his drunken slur of insults.

Walter puts his hands on my shoulders, shaking me. I yell at him repeatedly to stop, but he doesn't. I want him to leave; I just want to be alone. Why can't he see that?

My vision becomes blurry as tears well in my eyes. I can just barely distinguish three other figures enter my room. They speak quickly amongst each other, and I recognize two male voices, and one that belongs to an older female. I can't hear what they're saying for the same reason I couldn't hear Walter, but I can hear one come closer. I feel a sharp prod in my forearm, and let out a yelp before everything goes black.

***

"Cora, you've got to get up," Ashton's voice speaks softly causing my eyes to flutter open.

"What the hell happened," I mutter, attempting to sit up, but quickly get a head rush that causes me to ease up more slowly.

"They injected you to calm you down," he explains quietly, "you were crying, and you looked terrified."

"So, I get a bad dream, and you guys decide to knock me out?" I gasp infuriated.