3 days...

That's how long I had been in the hospital.

Why?

I have no clue, they said something about a 'Mental evaluation' that people who go through what I did often develop PTSD or Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder...

But I was fine, I tried telling them this about a half a dozen times but they said people often say that and end up going home to suffer in silence. I was about done with everything in this hospital, the food, the doctors, the stupid T.V that only had x number of channels with nothing to watch on any of them. My brother and Scott had stopped by almost every day, they had this weird vibe between them like they knew something that I didn't and it was getting pretty old.

"So you don't feel like any diffrent?"

"It's still there...*whispers to scott* yours healed"

"Do you feel the need to rip my face off?"

"Howl at the moon?"

These are the questions I had to put up with...like what the fuck? Am I a werewolf now? I laughed to myself at the last thought...werewolf *shakes head*

I walked into the small bathroom in my room, I hadn't taken a shower since I got in here I was too afraid to even look at my own reflection. Today though I was over it, first they sent me the wrong order for my breakfast, then the lady taking my latest blood sample had about drained me dry, then Stiles and Scotts 21 questions had topped my day off.

I was over it being in the hospital, being so afraid, being everything but me! I wanted my life back and that started with owning up to my body.

"Come on, you can do this" I whispered to myself while I stripped off my hospital gown, I saw it hit the floor and then I reached up and pulled the dressing off that covered my shoulder/neck area along with the one on my side. "Just look up, you can do it"

When my blue eyes made contact with the idetical set in the mirror I froze, my eyes slid down my neck and over my shoulder, down my side...I turned around trying diffrent angles so I was sure to see every hideous bruise and scrape.

"At least you're alive"

The mocking sound of every nurse's voice ran through my head, I had to have heard that from about 20 diffrent people in the course of my three day stay here. It was like everyone in the hospital was whispering about me.

"You know the Sheriff's daughter got attacked, didn't you hear she was almost ripped apart, atleast she's alive"

I might have been alive, I might have survived my attack but at what cost? Now I had the reminders of that horrible night like a road map all down my body...I would always remember the feeling of being chased, pinned down and viciously attacked, the look in my attackers eyes as he stared me down.

Bright and Red

I shivered at the thought and finally moved away from the mirror, I turned on the shower and waited for it to get warm.

When it reached optimal temperature I stepped under the stream, the water felt so cleansing in every form of the word. As it ran over my head and shoulders and down my back it stung in my still healing wounds, I could really care less though I was tired of feeling so unclean.

The nurse had come in to check on me after 30 minutes of my being in there and I told her I was almost done.

She said she'd leave a new hospital gown on my bed but I declined said my dad had brought me something to wear,I was so sick of hospital gowns.

I stepped out of the shower and dried off as best as I could 'Pat dry, don't rub it might put a strain on your stitches' the nurse had said. I then got dressed in a old sweatsuit of my dad's from his police academy days, it might have not been the most attractive but man was it comfortable.

Brushing my hair I walked back into my room I was just about to sit on my bed when something caught my attention. My door was shut...like compeletly... that never happened the nurses liked to keep it a jar just incase I had night terrors or some nonsense, more like just I case we can bug you 400x during the night.

I walked forward to open it again.

"Leave it" a voice cut through the silence like a knife and scared me half to death, I spun around quickly looking towards the source of the voice.

In the darkness of the corner, seated in one of the chairs was a man, I couldn't make out much of his features so my hand slammed onto the light switch right next to the door flooding the room with light. I saw him cringe at the sudden introduction of the light and he shook his head a little to no doubt will the dots infront of his vision to leave.

'HA! That's what you get, sneaking up on me'