Think.

Chapter 8: Why me?

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"