a/n. I am sorry this chapter is a little short. We will meet some new characters in the next chapter. I hope you all like this. I do not own any character you recognize.


A Deadly Game
Chapter One


The lights were bight – so bright they hurt her eyes. The room was quiet and she raised the bed to look around. Her mother was sleeping in the chair beside her. Every inch of her body ached, her head was pounding and her stomach felt like it was on fire.

"Hey there, sunshine." A beautiful blonde nurse entered the room. "We were wondering when you would wake up." She was carrying IV bags. "You gave us all quite the scare. How are you feeling?"

"Sore." Zelena said. She closed her eyes. A flash of sliver – the echo of a scream. "Natalie. . . is she. . . is she okay?"

The nurse frowned as she hooked up the IV bags. "I'm very sorry – your friend – she didn't make it."

"No." Zelena gasped, tears filling her eyes. "No, no."

"Zelena." It was her mother's voice. She felt warm hands grasp hers. "It is okay."

"No, Natalie." Zelena cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Natalie is dead and ti is all my fault."


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The steady beat of the heart monitor woke her up. Her dark blue eyes fluttered open and she quickly brought a hand up to shield them from the light.

"Zelena. Thank God." She felt her mother take her hand.

"What happened?"

"You collapsed." Her mother's voice was hoarse, it was obvious she had been crying. "You were at the bakery. You were helping get things ready for opening and you just fell…"

"I'm sorry mom." Guilt laid like a lead ball in her stomach. She hated seeing her mother so upset.

"You gave us quite a scare." The doctor walked in carrying a metal clip board. Her long black hair was tied up in a high pony tail. "How have you been sleeping?"

Zelena shrugged slightly. The truth was she was barely sleeping at all.

The doctor just nodded, "How is your diet?"

Zelena shrugged again. "Normal, I guess. Fruits Vegetables, Dairy. I don't eat meat."

"But are you eating a good meal three times a day?"

She wasn't. She didn't have an appetite. "I guess so". She ate when she was hungry but, she was rarely hungry.

"Are you being honest with me?" The doctor asked. "Your vitamins and iron in your blood work were very low and you appear to have collapsed from exhaustion."

Zelena sighed. "I guess I have just been busy with work."

"Well dear you still need to take care of yourself." She said as she began to change one of the two IV bags.

She nodded in understanding.

"Sweetheart – I have to get back to the bakery."

"It's okay Mom, I am fine." Zelena squeezed her hand. "Don't worry, go."

Her mother leaned down and kissed her forehead before grabbing her coat. "I will be back in a few hours."

"Okay." Zelena smiled as her mother crossed the room to the door.

Once her mother left the doctor turned back to her, "Maybe you will be more willing to talk without your mother here."

"There isn't much to say."

"I know you went through quite a bit Miss. It is nothing to be ashamed of ,if you are having trouble sleeping. Nightmares are common with -"

"I never said I was having nightmares." Zelena crossed her arms. "I told you I have just been busy."

"Well, regardless, you have been through a lot. It is obvious you are strong but, it wouldn't hurt for you to have someone to talk to –"

"I have my family."

"And they seem very supportive but, sometimes there are things we do not want to say to a family member – "

Zelena didn't respond. She was fine. She told herself that over and over again. "I saw a psychiatrist before I moved here. It wasn't for me."

"Maybe you didn't find the right one for you." The doctor insisted. "I am going to make you an appointment with a psychiatrist. I think you will be comfortable seeing him."

Zelena said nothing. She just nodded.

"Good. I prescribed you a sleeping aide." The doctor handed her a medicine cup and a glass of water. "We will keep you overnight and you can go home after breakfast.

"Thank you doctor."

"Get some rest Zelena." The doctor said before leaving the room.

Zelena spat the pill back into the cup and threw it in the trash before leaning back against the pillow. She was okay. She was getting what she deserved.

She was not going to see another psychiatrist.