Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter

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My head hurts so much more with loud noises and a bright light in my eyes. Why don't they just leave me alone? The sting of a needle being stuck in my arm. Good, now I will be knocked out again. Everything fades to silence.

A loud, consistent beeping pulls me awake again. Is this some new form of torture my father came up with? I'm too tired to open my eyes, and honestly, I don't want to know if I'm still in the basement or some new hell, I embrace the dark silence when it comes. This is where I feel the safest now.

The beeping wakes me again, but this time, my brain feels less sluggish. Maybe the drug is finally wearing off. Should I open my eyes or pretend to be still unconscious? Do I want to know where I am now? I'm still lying on a mattress, but this one feels slightly different. No, I'm not ready to face whatever new hell my father has left me in. I drift off to sleep again.

and

dimly lit room. Well, I'm not in the basement, at least. My whole body feels weak and sore. I shift my legs realize two things: one, I'm covered with a sheet and blanket, and two, I'm no longer chained to a wall. I need to sit up and figure out where I am, but when I move, a sharp pain stabs across my hand, and I gasp. There is a loud sound near my

eyes open, and the room becomes focused. Slowly turning my head, I look around and realize I'm in a hospital room. My sudden movement catches the attention of the person sitting on a chair by the foot of my bed. The room

all been so worried," she says with a trembling voice as she steps forward and takes my hand. I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a dry cough. Shannon quickly reaches for the

my mouth no longer feels stuffed with old cotton, I

I?" I croak, sounding more

the doctor, and I will be right back, Shannon assures me,

they? I croak again before carefully reaching for the cup of water

that, she hurries out of the room. I take several small sips of water while 1 wait for someone to come in and tell me what's happened. I want my guys, and I hope they get here soon. Just as I finish that thought, there is noise outside my door, and my guys pile into the mom, a nurse hot on their heels scolding them about

up at them, tears

and sits on the edge of

"Yes, they really are here; as soon as we realized you had been taken, we called them, and they were on the first flight back home." I just nod as