Essie POV
Beep...... Beep....... Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Bep, Bep!
I shot up panting, the noise, what was that?
Opening my eyes white light burst through adjusting I'd never seen a room so light in a long time, looking around there were machines, chairs, white walls and ground and looking down I realised.I..
I...
I was in a bed, a real soft bed.
I hadn't had a bed in 12years.
My arm had wires in it and I ripped them out.
Looking at myself a was in a pale blue gown.
NO The Ring!
Looking around, I felt a lump in the side of my underwear band, it was still there.
I sighed relieved.
Then my frown grew, my skin dirty and hair still dirty, I frantically looked to find an exit and more importantly to find out why I was here and where the heck I was.
Turning off the bed, I found my feet, then the alarms rang.
Shocked I started running for the door on the other end of the room.
Opening it women strode towards me concern on their faces.
I was terrified, I haven't seen women in 12 years.
how,
how,
how?
And then there was a sharp sting in my arm, looking down a needle was embedded.
I was drowsy, becoming more and more tired.
They laid me on the bed, strapped my body down and left, talking to each other about something or someone to see me, then leaving the room.
I started crying silently and using my free hand, I reached for the covered ring in my underwear so plainly hidden from sight.
Grabbing it holding it to my chest.
This was th only thing that mattered to me, this ring was my lifeline.
Then I fell again..
almost....
but instead I jolted fully awake, I don't think the needle was supposed to jolt me.
Looking around no one was there, no one was in the room and I sighed.
Then another jolt hit my system.
The cell...
The Brutes....
The beating...
The black hood...
The gun shots...
and the car accident...
"Holy Shoot" I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands and covered ring.
My voice had changed.
It had changed.
Then thought of the time I last spoke.

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