I put a lot of pressure on myself. I think something's not good enough, and I won't stop until I feel like I've made it. I'm never satisfied.
-J. Cole
We drove in silence along the empty D.C streets, we finally pulled up to Spencer's house he was waiting outside. I got out of the car pulling my bag on my shoulder Spencer rushed over taking my bag "thank you" I said quietly walking behind him "Hey!, Play nice pretty boy" Derrick said driving off. I looked down stepping up on his porch he opened up the door, "I'm Sorry about coming.." I whispered he gave me a confused look "why?, I was fine with it" he said dropping my bag on the couch. "I thought you would have plans." I said making my way to the couch, "Me? Spencer Reid? Having plans on a Friday night?" He laughed "my only plans was watching the few episodes I missed of Dr. Who." he said walking to the opening of the kitchen "Do you want some popcorn?" He asked I shook my head yes
He walked into the kitchen.
I hugged my knees to my chest looking around there was a pile of books beside the couch I pulled one from the stack as it collapsed to the ground I threw the book on the couch hopping down I started shifting them in order when a hand grabbed mine I launched back hitting my head on the couch arm. I doubled over holding my head as looked up as everything blurred and crossed "Are you ok?" Spencer asked "Sierra" his voice sounded distant he gently smacked my cheek I closed my eyes then opened them quickly "let's get you on the couch" he smiled getting up I felt arms pull me up and pull me onto the couch. He looked at my concern in his face I nodded off blacking out.
I gasped for air sitting up I looked around remembering I was at Spencer's house I looked down to see a blanket over me kicking the blanket off I sat up walking to the kitchen there sat a messenger bag and papers on the table being nice I picked up the paper stacking them neatly I started sliding them into the bag until pricked me I silently yelped pulling back I slowly I reached back in pulling out a medical needle I examined it before setting it aside I reacts back in pulling out a little bottle I sat it down turning it over...
It read..
"Dilaudid"
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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...