Sooooo. Just going to say this now, I HATE THE NEW SEASON. Because.. they added in a love interest for Ben. Just. NO. BAD TNT. Dx I honestly think this might be the last Falling Skies story I write with Estella in it because of this. :c UGH. Anyways. Sorry I didn't post when the first episode came on. I was gonna wait until the second episode finished to start posting but then I got my gaming computer and Guild Wars 2 and I haven't left my house in a week. ;-; Seeing as I can't find a job that's not really TOO bad of a thing but I really need to get some fresh air. xD So I've been writing while outside to kind of kill two birds with one stone. Enough rambling, Here we go. Time for the probably currently utterly confusing story (That was a mouthful xD).

I felt trapped in my mind while the time passed. I had been able to piece together that Pip wasn't someone I knew before, that that moment was fake. I knew there was something wrong. It became worse and worse as I began to get moved around. I'd come to and see the real world for a split second and see myself in a different place than I had thought before. My mind wasn't taking in almost any of the world around me anymore while it created my hallucinations. I could feel myself going mad and I had no control over it.
Eventually I came to and noticed I was in a bedroom that doubled as a prison cell. There were guards at the door and it was locked from the outside. I was now trapped in more ways than one. I questioned how long I'd been here. It felt like just yesterday I watched the alien things come from space but I knew it had to have been longer. Maybe not too much longer - but longer.
Something inside my head kept telling me to not trust the doctors who came into my room and I began to notice some were real and some were not. Little things like this helped me start working out what was real and what was in my head. Once I was satisfied with my progress I began to sleep again. It wasn't much but it was enough for my body to not fall apart on me.
It wasn't long before I wanted to test my theory about what was real and fake. There wasn't much you could do but lose your mind when you were locked up after all. If it was fake I'd be fine, if it was real I'd be drugged. Either way I'd get a feeling of relief.
The day I chose was around the 5th I had counted but I knew that my timing was really off while like this. At first I was feeling positive about it, I was finally doing something other than stare at a wall and yell at nothing. But life had a cruel way of teasing me. The day I chose was the day that I saw Ben behind the doctor when he came in. I hadn't seen him since the night we blew up the laser. Well.. I hadn't processed that I saw him anyways. So it must've been fake. It had to be. I couldn't let this screw up my horribly thought out plan.
As the doctor sat me down and began to talk to me I tried to point out things that proved it was fake. It was harder than expected this time. Ben being there made me second guess everything I saw. I didn't know if I just wanted it to be fake or if it really was. I didn't want him seeing me like this. This wasn't me.
I soon gave up and acted upon instinct. I jumped at the doctor and tumbled to the ground with my arms wrapped around him. He yelled for the guards and soon I was fighting against them. The more pain I felt, the more real Ben was looking to me. I was shoved to the ground and guards moved to hold Ben back. There was worry on his face and anger he was trying to contain while fighting to get free to help me. Then, it happened.
I felt a sensation go down my spine and everything became too clear. I felt someone invade my mind and all the memories and emotions began to jumble together.

Estella please, please stop this. Please just see me this time.

"Ben.." I mumbled before trying to push myself up, "Ben. Ben's here."
The guards weren't listening though and smacked me back to the ground with the end of their weapon. I tried to look to the doctor and tell him Ben was here but the guards would have none of that. I was lucky enough for the doctor to be paying attention and he hit a guard to let Ben go. He began pushing them off of me and shoving them back. I heard the doctor try to explain that something happened to me. I couldn't tell if he meant mentally or physically because my body hurt all over.
"Hey, 'Stell, I'm here. I'm right here," Ben's voice rang in my ear and I closed my eyes tight. When I opened them again I was still seeing the same thing.
"Ben.." I mumbled again as I sat up. He was helping me every step of the way and checking every injury as he did so. I felt my eyes begin to roll into the back of my head before jumping and shaking my head violently.
"No," I growled, "I feel funny." My hands went to each side of my head and I felt a warm liquid cover one. Ben's expression showed only worry but I felt the anger in him rise. I felt it. I was connected to him.
"No," I mumbled again, clinging to his arm and trying to push myself up. He calmed and pulled me into him as I stood. I felt his warmth again. It was calming.
"What happened doc? Why can she see me this time?" So he had been here before. Was that the test they had kept trying to do? I never understood half of the things some of the doctors mumbled when they came into my room, so I didn't really know what they were doing.
"I honestly haven't the slightest clue. Let's just get her fixed up first and try to continue to keep her conscious both mentally and physically. We need to keep her in the hospial before we can figure out what's wrong."
I was led away with Ben clinging to me as tight as he could. People gave me looks and whispered while I passed but none came to talk to me directly. I figured it was because there were so many guards walking around me. I hoped that it was that.

I didn't like the idea of everyone knowing just how crazy I've gotten.