Running From The Past

Chapter 32

Charlie looked around the walls of the van. They were a egg white and some of the paint was peeling off revealing a sliver layer. She was strapped tightly to a bed and had a sort of guard sat next to her. She had only just woke up from being seduced. The van hit a bump. Her head shot forward and banged back against the hard bed. Pain shot through her skull. She turned to the guard next to her.

"Hey you! Have I been kidnapped or something?" She asked.

The guard ignored her so she asked again.

"Shut up!" He snapped.

She leaned back and glared at him for the rest of the journey.
When the van finally came to a halt Charlie heard voices coming round the side of the van. She couldn't make out what they were saying.

'You need to run!...You need to move!' Her own voices whispered.

The doors burst open and Charlie looked to see about three police officers and a woman in a white lab coat where standing outside of the open doors. The woman came in and pulled a syringe out of her pocket.

"What's that for? Get away from me!" Charlie spat. She struggled in the bed but she was strapped in so tightly she could barely move.

The woman pulled up Charlie's sleeve and stuck the needle in her arm. Charlie cried out in agony. The woman left the van and the officers entered lifting the bed out of the van. She tried to look around and see where she was but her vision was blurry and a sudden wave of nausea and tiredness had over come her. Her eyes were dropping and her body was limp. She couldn't keep her eyes open any longer.

'You're pathetic!' A voice beside her said.

That was the last thing she heard before she fell asleep.

***

"So you want me to interview her before therapy?"

"Yes hopefully it will help get some sense out of her."

A door slammed and Charlie woke up jumping. In the door way a psychiatrist stood watching her. She had short blonde hair and big brown eyes. She would look pretty but she had probably had Botox in the past because her lips were huge. The doctor walked over and sat on the chair by the bed.

"What do you want?" Charlie muttered angrily.

"I've come to see how your feeling. Want to talk?" She doctor asked plastering a fake smile on her face.

"Bullshit..." Charlie rolled on her other side and faced the wall.

"Well the quicker we get this over the quicker you can see who came to visit you." The sing song voice of the doctor floated in her ears.

Charlie turned and looked at her smiling face.

"Someone came it visit me?"

"Yep."

"But I've been here six months why hasn't this happened before?" Charlie asked not quite believing her.

"Well you've made slight progress and before we haven't allowed you any visitors. But we think that a visitor may help make sense of what you think you did."

'I swear to god if she doesn't stop smiling I might slap her' Charlie thought.

"I don't think i did anything I know!" Charlie spat.