Spencer Reid- Dilaudid

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I awaken to the sound of a large bang on the wall and slowly start to adjust my eyes , I must have fallen asleep after Morgan and I were done talking. He helped clean up my apartment with me last night and boy that was exhausting, I really did some damage.

Clearing away the blurriness I try to see what's going on, only to be pulled back by handcuffs tied to my hands and feet. I look down and see my feet chained to an old wooden chair.

Where am I

I think to myself glancing around the dark room. I look in the corner and see multiple computer monitors and everything starts to come back to me.

No, no this cannot be happening to me? I thought I made it, I thought I was safe.

Another bang comes from the stairs and shaking me out of my thoughts and I hear the footsteps tapping above me.

This has to be a dream, Come on Reid wake up

I close my eyes then quickly open them again only to find myself living in reality.

"Fuck" I whisper taken by surprise at myself for swearing. I wiggle in my chair some more, trying to get free.

What happened? I dreamed about getting out of here? I thought Hotch saved me. I thought I was free? What do I do? Don't freak out.

My eyes start to water but I quickly blink them away trying to figure out how I'm going to get out of here in time. Just then a rotten smell fills my lungs and the horror comes back to me, the pigs that must mean it's time for dinner. I close my eyes and try to piece everything together on how long I was asleep for, or dreaming for may I add.

I get angry when nothing comes back to me and I start to shake the chair again, screaming.  Moments later a patch of light pears through the room and I take in my surroundings in the light. To my left I see small bottles of dilaudid and a needle and I quickly glance down to the track of my elbow and see the small tiny holes. I look to my right and see a bunch of medical equipment and an IV attached into my arm.

Did I actually die?

Footsteps down the stairs break my out of my thoughts and a dark figure descends from the stairs, the light blocks his face as he walks toward me and when I finally see his face my eyes begin to water and a tear trickles down my face.

"Tobias Hankle" I slowly choke out trying to sound more tough than I look at the moment.

"Only took you a few days but.. " He pauses and slowly leans into my face and murmurs "Welcome back."