Shattered Girl (Emmy)

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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

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 feet, and a shadow suddenly stretches across where 1 lay. My fight-or-flight response decided to come back from its drug-induced slumber, and I panicked; the

chair by the foot of my bed. The room is still dim so I can't tell who it is until they step forward and I recognize Patrick's mother Shannon. Her face shows a look of pure relief,

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 plastic water pitcher on the table

that my mouth no longer feels

Where am I?" I croak, sounding

and I will be right back, Shannon assures me,

guys, where are they? I croak again before carefully reaching for the cup

tell me what's happened. I want my guys, and I hope they get here soon. Just as I finish that

As I look up at them, tears still running down my face, I realize Drew and Mike are here, too, and I stare at them, confused because I

steps closer and sits on the edge of my bed, taking my hand

and Mike again, Patrick continues: "Yes, they really are here; as soon as we realized you had been taken, we