Harold Finch's Niece(person of interest fan fiction) Ch. 1

Ch. 21

I was in a daze after breakfast. Group therapy was boring so I fazed out during the two hour session. I walked to regular therapy and stayed silent the entire session. Dr. Nora tried to get me to talk but I just couldn't. The hour went by quickly. At lunch, I sat in the same spot. It was spaghetti with sauce, brocolli, and garlic bread. Root sat next to me and began trying to get me to talk.

"How's it going Kiley? Are you excited to leave and go home? I hope I didn't upset you earlier." I kept silent until Root grabbed my wrist. "Kiley, did I upset you earlier?"

"No" I finally spoke after a minute. I got up and left the cafeteria. I went to the testing center and sat down. Jared came over to me.

"Kiley, can you finish up that test you were taking yesterday?"

"Sure" I muttered and followed him to a tiny room with a round table. I sat down and finished the test. I handed it to Jared. I was excused back to the waiting room. Root was waiting so I sat across from her. I found another clock and stared at it. It read 1:15.

Abby, the nurse who unstrapped me, came over to me. "It's individual testing today so follow me." I got up and she led me out of the waiting room. She took me up two flights of stairs and into a tiny unmarked room.

"Okay sit down" abby pointed to a chair. "I'm going to ask you a series of questions. They are yes and no questions with a few you need to explain if you say yes." I nodded.

"Have you been in the hospital recently for self harm?"

"I'm not quite sure how to answer that."

"Basically have you tried to commit suicide recently?"

"I tried in April but recently all the pills I swallowed came back up."

"So no. Next question." Abby marked no on a question sheet.

"Have you been through recent traumatic experience?"

"Yes."

"Can you please tell me what?"

"My dad killed my mom and he kidnapped me and tried to kill me but the police killed him in a shootout." Abby wrote that down on the sheet.

"Is that why you're here?"

"Yes, my uncle's trying to help me get better." I went quiet.

"Okay, moving on. Have you been recently diagnosed with any mental illness?"

"Yes, depression and anxiety."

"When did you get diagnosed?"

"May, right before I came here." Abby nodded while she wrote it down.

"Are you on medications for the depression and anxiety?

"Prozac and xanax."

"Any natual herbal medications?"

"No."

"Very good, we're done here. Go to your room and wait for me to come by again."

"Thanks Abby." I left the room and headed down the hallway to the stairs. I kind of expected Root to be waiting for me but she wasn't. I walked to my room, layin on my bed. I had no idea what time it was. I let my mind wander again with all the possibilites.

What if my parents were still alive? What if Kristy and Brady hadn't betrayed me? What if I hadn't been kidnapped from the hospital? What if I hadn't tried to commit suicide? What if I hadn't gotten shot by those hitmen? What if Reese and Shaw hadn't shown up there? Would I have been killed? How could things be different in my life?

After waht seemed like an eternity of thinking, my door opened. It was Abby. "How are you feeling Kiley?"

"Fine" I answered even though I wasn't. I just wanted answers to my seemingly unanswerable questions.

"We scored your mental evaluations. You can leave tonight." I grinned.

"Well, it's nearly time to leave so get packed and head into the main lobby whenever you're ready." Abby smiled at me and closed my door. I put all of my clothes into my bag, straightend out my bed, grabbed my medication, and took one last look around my room. I hoped I would never see the inside of a psych ward again.

I bumped into Root, who happened to be down the hall from me. We walked in silence to the main lobby. Reese, Finch and Shaw were sitting on a couch. I went over to them, Root trailing me closely.

"Can we go now?" Were the first words out of my mouth.

"In just a few minutes, I'm supposed to talk to Dr. Nora and your nurse." Finch let me sit down in his spot by Reese. I sighed heavily.

"Is something wrong Kiley?" Reese looked down at me, not smiling.

"I just want to go home" I put my head on the back of the couch. Finch was talking to Abby and Dr. Nora. Dr. Nora came over to me.

"Kiley" she said. "I wish you the best of luck in your recovery journey. It was a pleasure to meet you." She extended her hand. I shook it. Finch waddled over to me and he rounded us up. Reese put his hand on my back.

"I'm glad you're coming home."

"I am too."

Finch drove home, Reese rode shotgun while I sat in between Shaw and Root. It was silent until Shaw talked.

"How are you feeling Kiley?"

"Fine."

"How was this weekend?"

"It was...okay I guess."

"Was she good company" Shaw pointed to Root.

"Yeah" I was trying to stifle a yawn. I just wanted my bed and phone.

"Tired sweetie" Finch asked looking at me.

"Yeah."

"I promise you can lay down when we get home."

"Okay" I replied. "When will that be?"

"About twenty minutes" Reese spoke spinning around to look at me.

"Okay." I stared through the windshield, watching the passing traffic go by. Finch kept a steady speed going.

Root looked at me. "I really hope I didn't upset you with what I told you."

"What did she tell you Kiley?" Finch looked at me in the rear view mirror.

"Just that I was really hurting you emotionally and making you feel like a failure" I barely whispered. It was the truth, Root had told me that but it wasn't this morning.

"Well it was wrong" finch said coldly. "We'll discuss this more at home." I looked back through he windshield.