Chapter2
"I'm Mrs. Lane. But you can call me Mrs. Suzie. Is there anything I can get you?"
"Could someone get some of my stuff from my house?"
"Sure, honey. Write down what you want and I'll have someone get them for you."
"Thank you."
I wrote down these four things:
1. My guitar.
2. My sketch book with the colored pencils.
3. My stuffed elephant.
4. The picture of my mom and me.

I handed the pad of paper to her and she walked out.

I walked over to the window and felt the cool breeze. I turned around and heard a police siren outside. I fell to my knees, covering my ears with my hands. I started crying. "Make it stop, please!" I screamed.
I felt a hand of my back. "Leah." Mrs. Suzie repeated, trying to calm me down.
She rubbed my back and put my head on her shoulder.
The noise stopped but I kept crying.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked quietly.
"There's nothing wrong with you. You've just had bad experiences."
"Why me?" I moaned.

Ever since my incident, there's always been someone in my room with me. They moved me to a room away from any roads.
I woke up and saw my stuff beside my bed. I grabbed my sketch book and pencils and started drawing.
"How are you feeling today?"
"I'm fine."

One week later:
I woke up and I saw my mom in a chair beside me.
"Mom!" I moved over and she sat down beside me. I hugged her.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine."
"They didn't put you in a straight jacket, did they? Because I know you're not crazy."
I shook my head. "No."
"They finally let me come and see you. I would've come earlier if I could."
"I know. Umm… Mrs. Suzie, can my mom stay?"
"She can stay for a few days."
"Okay."

My mom and I talked about the past few days, going into detail about what happened before.

Four Days Later:
"Come back when you can." I said, hugging my mom.
"I will."
"I love you, mom."
"I love you, too." She hugged me then she left.
Mrs. Suzie and I walked back to my room.
I crawled into bed and fell asleep.

Mrs. Suzie walked over to me and sat down. She didn't look that happy.
"Leah, there's something I should show you."
"What is it?"
She put a newspaper on my lap and I read the headline: Local Women Dies in Car Accident. There was a picture of my mom beside it.
I shook my head. "No, she can't…" Tears welled up in my eyes.
She took the newspaper and put it behind her. I pulled my legs up to my chest, put my arms on them and I cried.
I can't believe it. I just saw my mom last night. She couldn't be….
Mrs. Suzie wrapped her arms around me. I hid my face under her arm and cried until I fell asleep.

I woke up and saw Mrs. Suzie putting the blinds up. "'Morning."
I tried to smile but it didn't work.
She walked out of the room and I managed to get out of the bed, grab my guitar pic, and put it again my wrist.
I didn't know what was happening. Mrs. Suzie walked in, froze, yelled something into the hall, and moved out of the way for a doctor to come in. I cringed.
He took the pic and my arms and sat me on the bed. He moved me back, making me lay down.
"No." I whispered.
He strapped belts or something, pinning my arms down. I closed my eyes.
I heard him come back in and I opened my eyes. He had a needle in his hand. "Don't! Please!"
He put it in me and my breath caught. Tears welled up in my eyes and I fell asleep.

I woke up and the straps weren't covering me. I turned on my side as the tears rolled down my face.
Mrs. Suzie walked up to me and rubbed my hair. "Honey, everything's fine now. You don't have to cry."
I took a deep breath.