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Chapter Twenty-Three

It actually didn't take very long for me to be found. A cop car pulled up next to me as I was walking and explained someone had sighted me through their window. Whoever was up at this early hour was insane. At any rate, I got into the car without protest and let them take me wherever. At that point, I didn't care what happened.

The ride was long and question-filled. They asked things like where I went and who took me and how I got away. My answers were all the same: I don't remember. It was semi-true because I really did just want to forget about Luke and Michael and Calum and Ashton at this point. It hurt too much to remember them. I figured might as well start blocking them out of my memory as soon as possible.

I'd been gone for two weeks already and I refused to think about them at all. Any time someone brought up my disappearence, I'd stop paying attention and zone out. That got everyone to stop questioning me about it for the most part. It just sucked that I'd still hear about what happened to me on the news and how they were still searching for the people that took me away. Because of that, I didn't turn the TV on much.

About two days after returning back to my family, I was put into a hospital. I didn't protest, but I didn't enjoy it either. I hardly talked or smiled or anything. I didn't want to eat but I was also being monitored so I had to. I just wanted to sleep and not talk to anyone or think about anything. 

"Jemma, you need to cooperate with us," my mom said as I lay in my bed hooked up to several monitors. "We need to know what happened."

"I don't remember." I said flatly like I usually did when interrogated. And it was becoming the truth. After blocking everything out of my memory, it was starting to fade away slowly. My brain was beginning to lock it away in the back of my head.

"You have to try." my dad pressed.

I glanced over at them. "I don't want to try. I want to be left alone."

My mom sighed in frustration. "You're not making this any better for yourself."

"You're not helping either." I snapped.

She got up and left the room. That's how conversations with her usually ended. My dad stayed, looking at me with a pained expression.

"Some of the kids from school dropped by today," he said, although I could tell he wanted to talk about what I'd just said to my mom. "They brought by your makeup work. Asked how you were doing."

"They don't care." I said, back to my monotone voice.

"You don't know that, sweetie." he cooed.

"There have been a very small amount of people who ever truly cared," I said, my voice begining to waver. I paused to take a deep breath and swallow the lump in my throat. "But now they don't."

He let out a sad sigh. "I'll be back tomorrow to see you."

He kissed my forehead before walking to the door and exiting. I stared up at the ceiling as my two younger sister walked in. Melanie, fifteen, led Avery, twelve, into my room. They stood my bed and stared at me like they expected me to say something to them. Unfortunately for them, I had nothing to say to them.

"Are you ever going to get better?" Avery finally asked.

"Avery." Melanie scolded.

"I don't know." I replied.

"Do you want to?" she continued.

"I don't know."

Melanie sighed. "Look, we are worried about you, Jemma. I know we act like we don't care but we do. We missed you."

"Obviously you didn't miss me that much," I stated. "You put me into a hospital."

"You're depressed."

"You don't know what's going on with me. None of you do."

"Whatever," Mel shook her head. "Let's go, Ave."

Melanie dragged Avery out of the room. I coninued to stare at the ceiling, hoping somehow all of this would end.

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it's super short and you guys probably hate me bc it's a crappy update buuuuuut i rly had to update and also i wanted to just show what's up with Jemma atm. Next chapter will actually have something happen in it I promise.