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THREE

A loud beeping sound echoed through my ears.

I lifted my eyelids, a bright glow blinding me for a couple of seconds. Once I got accustomed to the daylight my eyes wandered around the room I was in. It wasn't mine.

Several monitors surrounded me as I lay in a small bed. The slight movement I made moved one of the needles profoundly buried within my left arm.

I was alone, in a white room. A hospital, I presumed. This…was my chance to escape.

I pulled the long tubes that were forced deep inside my nose and down my dry throat, while tearing off all the wires that connected my body to the unnecessary monitors. I quickly pulled out the long needles hidden in my arms and threw the covers over the bed.

I opened the door ever so slowly to not cause suspicion, peering out to see if anyone was watching.

The hall was empty.

Or so I thought.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

I turned around. Damn nurse appeared out of no where. I pulled a cart resting on the side of the hall and pushed it hard towards her so as to cause an obstruction between us. The alarm sounded when I saw her pull on a small lever. Bitch.

There was no time to knock her out. I turned and ran, pushing past everyone that blocked my way. I couldn't return. I couldn't go back.

When I made a right turn towards the exit, I bumped into two guards. I knew they were here to take me back and I pushed myself away and ran. I was chased down the same hall until I made a wrong turn and was forced to a dead end. All the doors were locked. The bastards caught me. I had been defeated. The small taste of freedom was taken away from me in a matter of seconds.

One of them cuffed my hands while the other pulled out a black phone.

"We caught her."

A long pause. All that was heard was my panting.

"Understood."

He closed the device and turned to his partner, nodding. The man pulled on my dead black hair and forced me to the right where the exit doors opened, revealing a black Mercedes in the entrance. We walked down the stairs, the cold wind blowing the thin robe I was wearing.

"Get in," one of them ordered, shoving me into the automobile.

I didn't ask where we were going. Somehow I knew that these men were working with that place…that insane asylum.

My head leaned on the car door as I watched the rain poor, giving everything a blurry image. I closed my eyes, remembering the accident. It happened on a day similar to this one. We had a fight that day. Although we had had many fights before, like many couples, this one was different.

I was suspicious as to why he had been coming home so late and all I did…was ask. He turned to me with angry golden eyes, feeling accused and hurt. That was the last time I had spoken to him. The strong image of his face and his eyes still burned within my mind.

"We'll discuss this later," he had defended and walked out the front door.

If I would've stopped him, he wouldn't have been in that accident. Guilt washed over me for months and I went to see a therapist. Kikyo, I believe. She told me my condition was worsening and that she would send me to a "place" which would help me get better.

Bullshit.

The car stopped and the same man pushed me out of the car and into the building that I knew so well. The water poured heavily over my body as I walked towards the door.

This place would never help me in any possible way. It couldn't. Not when people didn't believe what I told them.

"Keep moving," he ordered.

We took a different turn this time. It wasn't the usual route. There were no white halls, no women screaming, no police guards, nothing. Absolutely nothing. We were heading into another room and I assumed it was Sango's doing.

There was a tall gray door at the end, already opened. He told me to walk in. I did. I was amazed at all the small televisions there were. Images of every room in the asylum were shown upon the bright boxes.

"Please, sit."

I didn't have to turn. I knew it was Sango. The chair I sat in faced the TVs, giving Sango my back. What was she trying to do?

"How are you feeling?"

No answer escaped my mouth.

"You fainted the other night. Do you remember anything?" I heard her sit down on the chair.

Again, no answer.

"Kagome, I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

I reclined on the chair, feeling my wet hair stick to my back.

"What do you want me to say, Sango? Please, enlighten me."

She sighed impatiently.

"What is the last thing you remember?"

I waited for a while, trying to recapture what had really happened.

"Your face," I mumbled.

"Do you remember the last thing you told me?"

"Yes."

She treats me like an idiot. Of course I remember. Fool.

"You told me, and I quote, 'Did you see him?' What did you mean by that?"

"I think the answer is simple, Sango," I mocked, turning to face her.

"Kagome," she cleared her throat while her eyes tried to avert my penetrating gaze, "we have proof that no one was in that room with you last night."

She nodded to a man hidden behind the shadows of the room. I hadn't seen him standing there. I rotated my chair to see just what exactly he was doing. He pressed a few buttons and instantly pictures of my "room" from various angles were showed on all the TVs.

"Zoom in," she ordered.

The pictures were enlarged.

"As you can see, there is no one in that room with you."

I stayed quiet and my eyes only focused on what was before me.

"Kagome?"

"Oh, Sango," I sighed

Her eyes darted to my eyes, confusion portrayed in her dark orbs. I took time to look at her. She wasn't wearing any makeup today, her hair was a mess, and she looked completely stressed.

Sango had always been a perfectionist and I knew that being in this situation was wearing her out. In some ways I couldn't blame her…but I didn't pity her.

"What?"

"You choose not to see," I stared.

"Kagome the proof is right in fucking front of you. Shit, what are you trying to do to me? Do you think this is a game? Do you think I am doing this out of sheer pleasure? God damn it Kagome, how much longer are you going to keep this up. There is NO ONE in there with you, do you understand?"

"THEN EXPLAIN THIS!" I yelled as I tore my robe off.

Although my hair was long enough to hide my bruised breasts, the deep scars on my thighs couldn't be hidden. Four dark scarlet trails, beginning from my mid-thighs, ran up to my chest. She knew there was no possible way that I, myself, could've made those wounds. Why? We weren't allowed to have long nails.

I walked to her and she tried to move but her body was stuck to her seat.

"How did you," she swallowed, pointing to my skin, "get those?"

"It's him, Sango," I whispered.

A large lump grew in her throat and the small glow of her eyes suddenly died.

"But…how?"

"I told you. He's here."

Tears that were forming in her eyes slowly dripped down her white cheek.

"Get out," she murmured. I could barely hear her voice.

She saw that I made no movement and her eyes left the ground to look into mine.

"I said get out. GET OUT! GUARDS, GUARDS!"

Three men walked into the room.

"Take her to the chains," she ordered coldly, her unemotional eyes never leaving mine.

A/N: Sorry I took a while babes.. but the chapter is done YEA BOY! Please review.. if you have any ideas I'd be more than happy to hear em.. they're always greatly appreciated!!