Let me lose everything on earth and the world beyond, but let me not lose what I'm craving for, let it be that i died on the way than retreating from getting it.
-Michael Bassey Johnson
I Woke Up In a Bright Room I Looked Around I Heard a Heart Monitor Beeping I Saw a Man Sitting On The Couch Writing Quickly
In A Notepad His Long Hair Tucked Behind His Ears. I Looked Down There Was A Needle In My Arm I Quickly Yanked It Out getting up I felt plugs and wires being pulled out from me My Monitor Started Humming flat lining The Man Jumped Up "Sierra Lay Down You Need Your Rest" he said grabbing my wrist I pulled from his grip "I can't be in here" I said heading to the door he grabbed my shoulder turning me around grabbing my wrists "Sierra you have to rest" he said pulling me lightly "LET GO" I yelled trying yanking away the doctors rushed in and grabbed me putting me back in my bed "GET AWAY" I screamed one doctor took out a needle and filled it he stabbed my side with it injecting me with it I punched the doctors until I couldn't anymore my body just gave up.
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FanfictionCrawl into the mind of paranoid schizophrenic Sierra Kidman a 25 year old kidnap victim who with the help of the FBI and BAU is trying to find her kidnapper. All seems fine but, eventually the past can catch up to you and sometimes the past can kill...
