The past remains

Chapter 5

I wake up shaking and struggling to breathe. Mathew Cadwell and Melissa  Cadwell? Why were my parents in my dreams. Was this supposed to be real? My mind overflows with questions and I am unable to think. My parents kidnapping my real parents? This was all to crazy to make any sense. I quickly scribble down everything into my dream journal, shaking as I write. I notice a rip on a page and realize that someone has been reading my journal.

I hear the doorbell ring and remember that no one else is home. I shove my journal under my mattress and get up to answer the door. As I walk down the stairs I see a figure in the window. I open the door and get hit with the cold air. 

" yes"I say looking at a built guy wearing all black, I look behind him and see a white van parked on the drive way. 

" Hi, is this Ally Cadwell?" asks the guy

" Yah-" I say

Before I can finish the guy covers my mouth with his hand and picks me up.  I scream and struggle as  i realize what is going on. I'm getting kidnapped!! I get thrown into the back of his white van and the door slams shut. Before I can scream for help a girl covers my mouth with a cloth. I see the room begin to spin and everything goes pitch black.

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I wake up feeling dizzy and tires. Where am I? I look around and see I am in a dark room with nothing but a bed in it. I walk up the bars that seal this room and start yanking as hard as I can. I don't understand where I am and who brought me here.

I see a man dressed in plain clothes walk by.

" Hey!" I call out

" Yes" He replies

" Where am I?" I ask trying not to sound desperate 

" You are in a mental hospital." and with that he walks away.

Mental hospital? What is going on? I try to think back and figure out what is going on. Tired I decide to go to sleep. Just as I close my eyes I hear a loud bang. I jolt awake and see three people walk into my room. 

Two girls in uniforms hold me down and a man in a lab coat walks over.  I realize he is holding a syringe and begin to squirm. He walks closer and points the syringe at my neck. The hands grip tighter as i squirm and scream wishing to be free. I feel a sharp prick and the feeling of a cold liquid as it spreads in my veins. The people lay me down onto my bed and leave the room. The room starts spinning and I feel my throat swelling up. Everything goes black and I find myself drifting into a deep sleep.