I've slightly edited this chapter since it was first posted.

My body jolts awake as a woman enters the hospital room. How long have I been here for - two, three days? I release a small sigh, realizing it's Sarita. She comes by every now and again and attempts to ask me more questions or tries to explain how I was brought to the hospital. From what I can understand, a woman found me on a road and called an ambulance when she saw blood. I died at one point but the doctors did CPR. They didn't think I'd ever wake up, but a few weeks later, I did.

"Hello, Georgina." Sarita smiles, sitting on the chair beside my bed.

Her English isn't amazing, but I get the idea of what she says sometimes.

"Hello." I reply, pulling myself to slowly and shakily sit up. Pain shoots down every limb.

"Me...hablar con la...police...in America de hoy." she says slowly. Pulling a notepad from her jacket, she flips through the pages. She shows me a small white page that has a single sentence written on it.

Police in New York want to talk to you on the phone, yes?

I remember telling Sarita yesterday that I'm from New York. She must have remembered and contacted them.

I look up at her and smile, "Okay."

After a minute or so, she hands me a small touchscreen phone. The ID says NYPD and I listen to it softly ringing.

"Benson." a woman answers firmly.

I swallow my anxiety. "Hello?"

Sarita says, "Detective Benson? Este es el detective Abalos." ("Detective Benson? This is Detective Abalos.")

"Sí." the woman replies, "Es Georgina con usted?" ("Yes." "Is Georgina with you?")

Sarita continues, "Sí. Ella no habla mucho español." ("Yes. She doesn't speak much Spanish.")

"Inglés?" I hear, which I know means English.

"I speak English." I say before Sarita can answer. "I'm Georgina."

"Hi Georgina. Can I ask what your last name is?" she asks, and I'm relieved to hear a language I'm familiar with.

"Hudson." I reply, "Georgina Hudson."

"Okay. Well my name's Olivia Benson. I'm an NYPD detective. How old are you, Georgina?"

"I'm twelve." I answer, deciding that trusting her is probably my best shot at getting home.

"Do you know why you're in Spain? Do you remember going there with anyone?"

I sigh, "I honestly have no idea. The last thing I remember is walking home from school. In America."

"What school do you go to?"

I set the phone on the duvet, my arm beginning to ache. "I go to Lakeview Elementary. I only live a few blocks away so I always walk home in the summer, when it's light out." my thoughts suddenly turn to my family. "Oh my god, have you called my mom yet? Sarita said I've been here for weeks...my mom doesn't know where I am. Can you call her? Let her know I'm okay? Oh god-"

Olivia assures me, "I'll get my partner Nick to call her now, okay Georgina? We'll let her know you're safe, but you gotta answer my questions so we can fly you back over here as soon as possible."

I inhale a deep breath and shakily release it. "Okay, Olivia. What do you need to know?"

"Can you tell me, what's the last thing you remember?" she asks softly.

Racking my brain, I reply, "Well, parts of my memory have started to come back. I remember...a really big room. It was really dark and there were a lot of men...there was another girl...she was like, eight."

After a few moments of silence, she asks, "Can you describe the room?"

"Yeah, um, it was like a big garage. I remember seeing a car in there. I kept focusing on it..." a shiver runs down my spine and I grab the phone, pulling it close to my chest. I lower my voice so only Olivia can hear me, despite the fact that Sarita probably can't understand most of what we're saying anyway. "They raped me, Olivia...I remember the pain...the pain I'd never felt before because, you know, I'm a virgin. But this morning, I went to pee, and...I saw the damage that they'd done." I could feel hot tears burning my eyes and running down my cheeks. Hot tears that I didn't even realize where there until now. "And that's when things started coming back to me."

I pull the phone and the duvet up to my face, trying to block out everything expect Olivia's voice. "Okay, sweetheart, did you notice anything distinct about the car you saw? Like a number plate or a sticker?"

"Yeah." I say. "The number plate was...FAE595...I don't remember the last number, sorry."

"Georgina, I'm going to need you to tell me if you remember anything else that might help me find out who did this to you. I need you to think really hard for me, alright? Anything that maybe you don't see very often?"

"I know you want to track down who did this, Olivia; it's your job to. I don't really think I want to know, though." I admit, nerves filling my stomach and my chest becoming tighter as each second ticks past.

She hesitates for a moment, as if deciding what approach she should take. "I know you're scared, Georgina, but I can't protect you from the guys who did this to you unless you help me catch them."

I purse my lips. "If you get me back to America, I'll tell you. As long as I'm here, they can get me, and they probably really don't want me talking to the cops. Please, Olivia, just get me back to New York." I can hear the desperation in my own voice. I hate being so vulnerable, but what choice do I have?

"We'll get you back here soon." she promises.

I almost smile. "I hope so."