Chapter 2:
"Morgan, do you remember me?" She says sweetly. "We meet a long time ago. You were so little."
I do remember. I do. I was 5. I was so little. I had my whole life ahead of me.
My head aches like it was just set on fire. Sweltering pain. Burning pain. I try to open my eyes unable to concentrate. Someone shines bright light over my eyes. I can hear indistinct voices talking over me. Pain is shooting through my whole body. I try to speak. I need to get away from grabs onto my arms holding them in place.
"Stop. Let go of me." I manage to get out. Pain is skyrocketing though me. The person holding me tightens their grasp. I try to scream out, but the words don't come.
"Give her something. She needs to be asleep." The lady says. I feel a sharp stab in my shoulder and the familiar sensation of sleep pulling me back into darkness.
Flashback:
The autumn air was crisp against my skin. I pulled my light pink corduroy jacket tighter around me. The leaves are turning beautiful shades of crimson and golden. The sun sets right behind the trees creating a nice eerie glow through the branches. My Mom grabs me sternly by the shoulders and pulls me aside.
"Be careful, Morgan. Stay in the park. Don't leave again. I don't want you messing around in that old junk yard either. Do you understand?" Mommy says to me. Her dark brown hair blows all around her face, highlighting her bright blue eyes.
"Yes Mommy. I understand." I say crossing my fingers behind me. It's not a lie if you cross your fingers.
"Morgan. Stay with Auntie Rachel. Ok? Morgan?" She says sternly.
"Yes?"
"I mean it."
"So do I, Mommy."
"Morgie. How is my favorite niece doing?" Auntie Rachel says ruffling my hair.
"Good. Mommy got me an American girl doll. Look." I say holding up my new prize possession. A small blonde doll dressed in a ballet costume.
"Cool." Rachel says taking her from me. "This is amazing. It looks just like you."
"Yeah. It evens does ballet like I do." I say proudly. Auntie Rachel hands me back the doll just as Cammie and Uncle Matt turns the corner.
"Morgan!" Cammie says running towards me giving me a big huge. "Let's go play." She says grabbing my hand and leading me away from them. I quickly give Mommy the doll not wanting it to get ruined.
"Let's go to the Castle. We can play princesses and spies." I say running off towards a abandoned structure.
The 'castle' is an old abandoned mid-17 century house crumbling and falling over to the ground. It has long colossal towers that are as high as the sky with little windows on the top so that you could look out, but many of them are falling over barley standing. A long fence runs around the property surrounding it, with pointy crosses along the iron points. A small little dining room still stands with a long wood table. Cammie and I brought food for a little picnic, so that we could pretend to be princesses.
"Hurry. We have to keep running." Cammie says pulling me along.
"I'm coming." I say panting hard.
"Stop. Listen. What do you hear?" Cammie asks me.
"Nothing?" I say.
"Right. Let's keep going. My Daddy taught me how to find people if they are hiding. Do you want to do it? We can play after?" Cammie asks me.
"Yeah." I say growing excited. I have such a competitive nature sometimes. My Mommy says that sometimes it can get me into trouble.
I run and hide in one of the tall towers in the castle. There is a little spot inbetween two shelves with old books.
I press my body into the tiny hole in the was pulling my jacket around me. I sit down on the ground small water droplets stain my leggings. I shiver pressing my body up closer to the wall.
I hear the door open and close and small footsteps walk around. I catch my breath, trying not to give away my position. I peak around the corner and I see a woman with dark red hair and green eyes discerning the room. I press myself back into the shadows just as I hear more people enter.
"Spread out find her. Pink jacket with a blue shirt and white leggings. We can't let anyone know she's gone. Don't approach her, I will." She says.
"Morgan?" I hear Cammie screaming my name as a test. I won't fall for it though. I keep my mouth shut and press myself back into the shadows.
"Morgan? Mommy says we have to come back. Morgan come out here." Cammie exclaims moving up the stairs. "Morgan, we have to go."
"Morgan- Who are you?" I hear her say.
"Who are you? My name is Catherine and this is Mike." The woman says pointing towards the man. "What are you doing?"
"We're playing a game. Me and Morgan."
"Can we play, Cammie?" she asks.
"No, Mommy said never to talk to strangers."
"But, I'm not a stranger. Your Mommy and I are friends from school. We went to Gallagher together when we were kids." She says pulling out an old, folded photograph. She gave Cammie the small photo.
"What game are you playing?" Mark asks.
"Hide and Find. Morgan is hiding and I am finding her. I always win though." Cammie says.
"Can we play?" Catherine asks.
"Yeah. We just have to find Morgan and ask her too."
"Kids. So easy." Mark says to Catherine as she softly hits him.
"Do you know where she is?" Catherine asks.
"I…She's right there!" Cammie says pointing towards me. I had hardly noticed that I had come out from my hiding spot.
"Morgan, can we play?" Catherine asks. I nod my head fast. Mommy said that you have to include everyone so no one is sad.
"We can split into teams. I can hide and you guys can try to find me." Cammie says.
Catherine and Mark both agree and Cammie runs downs the stairs to go find a new hiding spot. I turn around and place my hands over my eyes turning away from the door to give Cammie a fair chance.
"1..2..3.."I said starting to count.
I heard Catherine and Mark rustling around behind me. I turn around to look at them and I feel strong hands grab me around the waist lifting me up into the air effortlessly. I tried to scream but a horrible smelling rag was quickly placed over my mouth. My vision blurs and I start to feel dizzy. I flail, kicking my legs and trying to hit her in any way that I can.
"Shit, Mark grab her legs." She says.
Mark reaches out to grab my legs but I kick him hard and fast in the face. For a second the rag is gone and I am breathing in nice fresh air. I gasp and try to take in as much air as I can.
"Morgan?" I hear Cammie's voice carry. My eyes are heavy. I am barley able to keep them open.
"Get her." She yells at him. I see Mark lung at her catching her and dragging her back. Catherine carries me down the long staircase kicking and screaming the whole way.
The horrible smelling rag was placed over my face again, clouding my vision. I cough and cough until I feel like I am trying to cough up my lungs.
I look over her shoulder and see Mark tie Cammie up to a tree. She is screaming my name over and over. Tears stream down her face like a waterfall.
A black SUV pulls up and Catherine opens up the back seat door and gently places me inside. I try to fight, to squirm, to do anything to get away. She says something to me but I can't understand it. She must have seen the confused look on my face because she gently soothes my hair down lovingly, while still talking to me. I look up and see my Mommy and Auntie Rachel running towards me screaming my name. They point something at us and a loud bang goes off. Catherine jumps and quickly pushes me over slamming the car door shut.
"Drive!" She yells. I take one last look at Cammie. Mommy and Auntie Rachel are still chasing after me screaming my name.
"Come here." She tells me gently. Tears pour from my eyes as I try to shake my head 'no'.
"I want my Mommy." I tell here. She shakes her head at me and moves closer. Catherine pulls out a small glass syringe and stabs it into my shoulder. I whimper and she covers my mouth, telling me to be quiet.
"Shh. Relax, baby. Everything will be ok."
My head spins and pulses. The blinding head ach is back and I can feel myself slipping into darkness.
I wake with a start. The blinding headache was gone thankfully, but replaced with a slight tingling sensation. Where am I? I slowly open my eyes. My vision pulses inbetween focused and blindness. I am only able to see faint outline of objects. I slam them shut fast when I see two people talking. A fat chubby man in a white lab coat, and a short lady, no older the 20 with dark brown hair.
"When is she supposed to wake up?" A female voice asks it reverberates inside my head.
"Sometime hopefully in the next 24 hours. We don't know how much she ate before Catherine got to her."
How much I ate of what? What's going on? I stay still. I still have time to figure this out. I try to think back to what I was doing at school. Charlotte and I in the lab, finding the blood, the call from mom, and then the rest is a blur.
"She won't remember anything when she wakes up. Catherine gave her a strong dose Propofol when she shoved her into the van."
"Do you think she know?" The same female voice questions.
"No, apparently the Williams didn't want to ruin their perfect family."
Why had he said my name so weirdly? Are my parents somehow involved? What are they doing to me?
I hear both of them walk out, continuing their discussion out into the hall. Finally, I have a chance.
I open my eyes, blinking trying to make them adjust to our new surroundings. It's a small room with white walls and bright circular lights. I try to move, but I can't seem to lift my hand up off of the table. My eyes begin to fill with tears. I can't cry not now. I need to focus. Pushing down panic, I try one more time to push myself off of the table.
My hands catch on whatever is holding me down. I frantically look around the room. I see a small metal tray with blue paper underneath packages of what looks like metal. What are they doing to me?
I run my hands down on the 'bed'. It crinkles under my hands, like when you go to the doctor. Calm down, Abby. You can't panic now.
"What are you doing to me?" I want to scream out, but before I could I start to hear voices coming back. My face is wet with tears and before I could lay down again the door swings open.
"You're awake." Catherine says walking towards me. I want to scream to yell, I want to be anywhere but here.
"Let me go, please. My parents have money they can pay you. They'll do whatever you want. Just please let me go." I say.
She laughs, "Morgan, I know your parents, and frankly I don't want your money." She reaches over me to the metal tray pulling it closer to us.
"I think you're confuse. I am not Morgan. My name is Abigail."I say to her but she doesn't stop talking.
"Now, your parents were smart in the fact they had a GPS implant tracker installed. Unfortunately for you it needs to come out now."
"No!" I say panic rising. "Stop." I say trying to squirm out from under her.
"Morgan, relax. There is no need to try to escape. You and I both know you can't, and frankly its childish." She says running her fingers across my arm.
"Please, don't do this to me." I say shakily.
"You getting flashbacks yet? Because we need some help with something."
"NO! Just please let me go." I say inbetween tears.
"Morgan—"
"Stop calling me that! It's not my name. It's Abigail!" I say cutting her off.
"No, it's Morgan, remember? Morgan Elizabeth Cameron? I changed it for you the first time we meet. Thought it would by torture for Abigail for your name to be so close to hers, but I wanted it to be hell. I knew that it would drive her crazy to have your name be the same as hers. Matt thought the same when he with me, but that soon ended."
"I don't understand. Who is Matt?"
"Of course you won't" She says laughing.
"What?" I say crying
"Dr. Peterson! Get in here! We need to start." She says sing-songly.
"No! Please." I screamed. "Please don't do this to me."
A man in blue surgery scrubs comes over to me and adjusts the light above me. I scream, wanting someone, anyone to help me.
"Shhh." Catherine says smiling. "My gosh, you're so loud."
The doctor and her laugh as he draws liquid from a glass bottle into a syringe.
"Are you allergic to anything?" He asks me calmly.
"Umm….I don't think so…Just stop PLEASE." I scream as he stabs the needle into my arm.
"Morgan, Just try to relax. This will be over before you know it." He says laughing. Catherine joins in playfully hitting his arm.
"Please, just let me go." I say softly my eyes are heavy like before. I know that I am going to pass out soon. I try one last time to escape. I wiggle my arms and try to kick me legs, but to no avail.
"Try to keep this one alive, would you Michael?" Catherine says right before I pass out.