Lockdown

Chapter 11- Starting Over

Hannah's P.O.V.

"Hannah, can you follow the light with your eyes please? C'mon Hun you can do it, just look at the light."

I don't respond.

"What's the matter with her? Why is she like this?" A familiar voice asks. "Ever since she got here she just does nothing except sit there and stare at the wall."

"Hannah has been through a lot and it seems she is protecting herself in her own way, whether she is aware of it or not, by shutting down in a way," the voice from before explains.

"Well what can we do to help her? To get her to respond again. To have her do something!" The familiar voice responds.

"Time. I know it's not what you want to here, but honestly, all you can do is give her time."

Time won't help.

Nothing will.

As long as I know he will find me again I have to do nothing. That way when I am gone again, and this time probably for good, no one will have grown attached. Yes they will mourn but it will be just like before I was rescued. No one has to get hurt this way. Everyone will be safe. They have to be.

I don't know how long I have been here, whether it be hours or days, but all I remember is what has happened to lead up to me being here. After I was carried out by the Sheriff, the same Sheriff who I pretended to be a kid of, I was transferred onto an ambulance. In the ambulance people saw what he did to me, and helped in the way they could. At the time I had thought I was going to a hospital, so I was surprised when I was transferred to a plane.

The ride on the plane is kind of hazy since I was going in and out of consciousness, but from what I heard while I was awake was that I was being flown to a hospital in California. Because the guy had gotten away they wanted me as far away from the place I was found as possible. We made many stops along the way where two nurses and a covered dummy on a gurney would get off at a hospital. They used them as decoys for when he would come back. At around the 26th stop I was finally put on a gurney, covered, and transferred into the hospital while the plane continued on its way.

I heard the two nurses talking about how the pilot would make his way to every state, and double back through. I don't know how they had that many nurses, or gurneys, or dummies to do that, but I don't think I was in my right mind to be questioning it.

When we came into the hospital I was given a sleeping gas and knocked out while the doctors preformed surgery on my body, repairing my back, the arches of my feet, my hands, among other things. Ever since I woke up after the surgery I have been sitting in this bed, looking at the white wall, replaying over and over what he said.

"You can run, you can hide, but no matter where you go, I will find you. Everyone around you at the time, I will kill slowly, painfully as you watch. Then I will kill you as well. By the time I am done you will have wished you were never rescued, and you will know that the death of those you love is all. Your. Fault."

At one point I would doubt him, but now, after what he has done to me, I realize that he could and will do exactly what he told me. No one I know is safe now. Everyone I love will die, because of me. This is why I have to stay closed off to them. Why I can't truly be happy that I am home, because then there death, and my death, will be that much harder. I can't do much to protect them, but I will do everything I can.

Hours pass. More doctors come in, more nurses go out, more wires are attached to machines, and more needles inserted. People, people, and more people enter and try to get me to respond to them. Nurses, doctors, the Sheriff, my mom, my dad, my sisters, amongst others like psychiatrists, specialists, strangers, strangers, and more strangers!