A/N: Sorry I've been so sloppy with releasing the chapters. I was going in a bit of a writers block for a while. Thank you all for sticking with the story and enjoy the season finale.
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It was Saturday morning and you had just arrived at your therapy session.
"How is school going?" Your therapist had asked.
"It's going fine. I'm just ready for summer." You admitted. "I do have good news though."
"Do tell." She said intrigued.
"Hannah is going to be released from the hospital soon. The nurse said within the next few weeks." You said eagerly.
"That's amazing news." She agreed before writing on her clipboard.
"Yeah. Last night was the winter formal. The doctors said that Hannah wouldn't be able to go to the dance, so we brought the dance to her. We decorated her hospital room; we brought snacks, and drinks. It was so much fun." You exclaimed.
"It sounds like it." She said. "How have you been sleeping since the last time we've talked?" She asked, shifting to another subject.
"Better. Every now and then I still get the nightmares, but I've also been having really good dreams." You answered.
"What would you say you have more of? The dreams or the nightmares?" She asked.
"Definitely the dreams. I think I'm actually starting to move on." You said.
"When's the last time you thought about him?" She asked. "James, I mean."
"Yesterday." You said after a little consideration. "I was on my way to the hospital, and I thought about the bunker. I don't know why but all of the images of him and his "family" flushed back into my head. I pushed the memories away though; I didn't want to think about them. I want to forget it all."
"But you can't. You can't forget the tragedies. You can't hide them in the hidden corners of your mind because if you do, they will come back to haunt you. You have to learn to cope."
"But I am coping." You said in defense.
"I want to try something. I want us to do a little exercise." She said placing her clipboard down.
"This is going to be strange at first, but I want you to pretend that I am James." She said.
"I don't understand. What do you want me to do?" You asked.
"If you had the chance to tell James anything, what would you say?" She asked. You sat there not sure what to say or how to say it. "Start by telling what it is he did to you and how it made you feel. Express to me what you would say to him."
"Well...James...I guess I'd tell you how scared you made me feel." You said.
"Why? How did I cause your fear?" She asked.
"Because you kidnapped me. You took me away from my family. I was scared about what you would do to me. I was scared I'd never get out." You vented.
"I'm sorry." She said. "I'm sorry that I made you feel that way."
"You don't get to be sorry..." You mumbled. "You had my family worried sick. I could've missed my best friend waking up. I'm stuck with these awful memories and flashbacks. You don't get to be sorry and you don't deserve to be forgiven."
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"Jude, it's for you." You say handing your brother the phone. He and Connor were playing some video game in the living room.
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