4 // Taken

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November 16, 2012 we were taken from our home and put into a new one.

* Flashback *

I was drifting off into sleep with the rain tapping on my window, and Michael watching it out of boredom. He doesn't really sleep, well sometimes he does but he says its hard for him.

The sound of a pounding on the door wakes me up, and both me and Michael are looking at each other confused.

Who is it?
I ask

How should i know?!
He replies

Just go check

Hell no! It could be one of those demons!

I give him a 'really?' Look, demons haven't bothered us since we moved out of our old home.

Fine
He says and slips through the wall.

It was a while before Michael came running back into my room.

"What is it?!" I ask surprised, he's frantically pacing back and fourth.

You know the therapist? Yeah I think she may have called somebody

"What do you mean, who did she call?"

They're talking to your parents right now, we have to run.

Before I had time to process what he just said, I hear my parents yelling from down the hallway, and 3 men burst into my room. Two cops, and a man with a suit.

I make a break for my window, but it doesn't budge, and one of the cops yanks my arms around me to cuff them.

Michael shoves him, and the other cop gets into action. And suddenly I feel a stinging in the side of my neck.

Things start to get dark and I fall to the floor with a thud.

~

I wake up tied down to a hospital like bed, I squirm around in the bed frustrated.

"Fuck"

A woman walks in with a clip board and smile, "good morning Mrs. Brooks."

"Where am I?" I ask

"You're at a hospital hun"

My mind suddenly realizes what Michael was saying, the therapist, she probably called that mental hospital after we broke her windows. I laugh not meaning to sound as crazy as I did.

"Don't you mean mental hospital?" I correct her.

"I'm afraid so" she confirms, then checks somethings, and writes them down.

"How long am I going to be here?" I ask slightly scared what the answer would be. I could be stuck here my whole life!

"We can only hold you for 3 days, and if you are still considered as mentally ill, then we keep you as long as we want" the nurse explains.

A knot forms in my stomach as her words sink in.

We can keep you as long as we want.

"Right.."

She gives me a smile that was meant to be assuring, but turned out to be the opposite.

Fuck.

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