Taken

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⚠️warning! Graphic detail ahead. Please read at your own risk, this is a trigger warning!⚠️
/ juliet / 8 pm.

I got up and went into the bathroom, and stripped out of my hospital gown and turned the water on, waiting for it to heat up.

While waiting, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I finally had the courage to look at my reflection. There stood a monster, frail and malnourished. Its hair frazzled and long enough to cover its breasts. I looked down at my feet which were covered in suit, blacker than coal. Its clothes tattered and torn, burnt and bloody. Cut and beat up, bruised and broken.

Back in the mirror I saw bones. The monsters' ribcage sticking out like trees in a forest. Its eyes black holes of nothingness, sunken in like two pits of darkness. I stood, staring into the mirror at the monster that stood in front of me.

A knock on the door from one of my nurses came then, asking me if I needed help.

The monster left the mirror as I looked away.

So I stepped into the shower, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe again. The water that raced down my back felt so comforting.

♧

I dressed in a black tank top and grey sweatpants and slid my nikes on, preparing for therapy.

I was escorted down a white hallway, and into a tan room with a white carpet and two chairs in the middle. This was definitely bringing back memories.

I sat down in the black chair across from a woman with glasses. She had her hair up in a bun and held a clipboard with a piece of paper on it and a pen. She sat with her legs crossed and introduced herself.

"Hello, my name is Dr. Rachel Hensley, I am going to be your therapist." She smiled and extended her hand out towards me. I gave a slight smile, taking her hand in mine and shook it.

"Now, are you comfortable with your surroundings? If not, we can arrange things to your liking." She spoke with a soft rich tone. "No, it's okay. Thank you."

"Alright, well, everyone around here claims I'm the 'nicest therapist' in this facility so I suppose you got lucky. I tend to believe them because I actually give a damn about my patients. And I give snacks or little things at the end." She smiled at me.

"That's sweet of you." I told her. "Yes, enough about me, let's talk about you. First we're going to start by just getting some background information on you, if that's alright?" She said.

"Yeah, um, my name is Juliet Gilbert, I'm from Malibu, California." I told her. "You have a pretty name, Miss Gilbert. What are some of your hobbies?"

"Well things I liked to to were cheerleading, reading and writing stories. Movies, music. Dance." I sighed.

This was going to hurt.

"Are you okay?" Dr. Hensley asked me. "Yeah, I just miss doing those things." I told her. "Well, how about this. Each time we visit each other, you get to do one of those things with me?"

I looked at her. "I'd love that."

"Great! So, I want you to tell me everything that happened. Take your time."

I sighed, "I hope you're comfortable. This is going to take a while."

So I began.

I told her about how Cher kidnapped me and up until the point of a month ago. "So, after the club that night, we came back home, I was upset because I didnt want to be there." I knew better than to rat out Cher or myself to this woman. Ratting out meaning shooting the men.