Everytime she pushed a needle in her vein she was trying to forget forget her fathers demeaning words forget her helplessness forget the pain she felt when she watched her mother waste away forget she used forget what morphine had done to her life forget about all the things gone wrong forget Michael Scofield forget, the way he used her, lied to her,
how he manipulated her, forget how good it felt when his lips brushed up against hers how her heart skipped two beats when he held her hand in his forget those eyes forget that broken look on his face that made her wanna wrap her arms around him forget that she loved him forget that somehow he seemed to be the only thing that mattered