I felt someone gently shake me. I open my eyes and groan in pain. I fell asleep with my head on the table. My neck ached. I look at the person that woke me up.
"Do you want something to eat?" The slightly build light skin man asked nicely. I look around and shrugged.
"I'm taking that as a yes" he sat in front of me.
"You don't talk at all huh?" He asked again. I just stare at him.
"Why don't you write what you want to eat on this price of paper" he puts a pen on top of the table. I look at the paper debating if I should write. I am hungry.
I grab the pen and write down burger and fries. I haven't ate burger and fries in years. He smiled grabbing the paper and left the room.
Are they still watching me from behind the mirror? I put my head back down and closed my eyes.
"Good afternoon" the door slammed shut making me slightly jump up.
"How did you sleep?" It was the girl with black hair. Agent Emily Pretiss.
I shrug and cross my arms. She sat in front of me with a folder with my name.
God I hate that folder. Everything about me is on it. I hate people knowing about my sad life.
"I want to ask you some questions but you have to talk. Can you do for me?" She asked nicely. I just shrug.
"When was the last time you were outside?" She says looking down. I raise my hand up to 6.
"6 years or months?" She was trying for me to talk.
I grab the pen from the table and wrote years.
"How did you finish school? How do you get groceries?" She asked looking through the file.
I wrote down my neighbour and I didn't.
"No one said anything? You were underage." I look down at my hands.
No one dares to say anything to the girl who got her parents murdered. I finished writing that and she frowned.
"Here you go" Derek walks in with a brown bag and a drink.
I grab the paper and wrote thank you.
"Still not talking" Derek says looking at Emily notes.
I shook my head and crossed my arms on the table. They looked disappointed. I felt their stares and immediately looked down.
"Hotch says its time to take her to the hospital." Spencer walks in the room and looked at his co workers. I looked at all of them and realized how tired they looked. Were they up all night because of me?
"Alright lets go" I felt Emily touch my shoulder and I flinched. I haven't been touched by no one.
"Sorry" She whispers. I gave her a small smile before following them out the room and into a big office. Hotchner still had his suit on. Didn't even looked wrinkled.
"Spencer will ride with her." Hotch says as we go down the stairs. It was raining outside. Derek took out his jacket and handed it to me. I stare at his action confused.
"So you won't get wet" He states the obvious. I slowly nod putting it on me and we continued to the car. Spencer opened the door for me to get in the front with him. It was a tiny car just for 3 people. I get it and watch the rain hit the ground. It was beautiful. I love watching the rain from my room. It's calming.
"We're going to take you to the local hospital for a check up" Spencer says starting the car.
"How long haven't you had a check up?" He looked at me.
I think back to the last time. My parents were murdered and they took me to the hospital. They asked so many questions. If he touched me or if he raped me. I told them no but to be honest I rather have been touched and not witness how many times he stabbed both my parents. How he fucked my mom even after she passed out.
I lifted up 8 fingers and he nodded. That's all they do. Nod after everything I say. It's annoying the shit out of me.
I think we made to the hospital. Spencer got out and walked to my door. He opened it with a small smile. He has a sweet smile. It almost made me smile like for real. I got out and walked beside him. Derek and Emily appeared behind us and we walked inside and to the elevator. It was an awkward 5 seconds. We got to the sixth floor and there was a tall young doctor with a short nurse.
"Hello I'm agent Morgan. This is Elena Gilbert" the nurse gasped.
"I remember you!" She says with tears falling down. I don't remember her. She hugged me out of nowhere.
"Need a check up. And her file"
Spencer said to the nurse who was squeezing my body really tight. She let me go and wiped her tears. I gave Spencer a weird look and he chuckled. I walk behind the doctor while the nurse stayed with Spencer and Derek. Emily walked behind us into a room with a bed.
"I'll get the needle ready. Take off the sweater please" The nurse says making me gulp down nervously. I guess its time for them to know that I self-harm. I took my sweater off and hid my arms behind me. The nurse and Emily looked at me. I sigh loudly before putting my arms in front of me. Emily gasped as she looked at my scars.
"How long?" Emily asked me. I put up 2 fingers.
"Two months or years?" She crossed her arms when I shrugged.
I've been broken for so long. I really don't care if they find out I'm messed up. Emily looked at me with concern and pity. That's what I didn't want. People to feel pity for me.
"From the cuts and scars how long do you think she's been hurting herself?" She asked the nurse. The nurse looked at my arm and frowned.
"The older scars look about a year old. The newer ones seem to be just a day old" The nurse says putting cream on them. Emily wrote everything down in her little notebook. I let the nurse check on me.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Derek says softly. I keep looking outside. We were waiting for a psychiatrist to come talk to me. I don't see why. He will ask me questions and I won't say anything. I haven't talked about my fears and problems.
"People who selfharm are the most likely to hide their problems for years. Depression does that." Spencer says from the couch. I look down at my arms and frown.
"Hello sorry for the wait. I'm doctor Miranda." The doctor looked young to be a doctor. I look at his folders and pens that were in his hands. He won't be needing that.
"This is Elena Gilbert." Derek introduces me. I give him a quick look before looking outside again.
"Nice to meet you. I guess we can start with how old you are. Are you okay with them staying Elena?" The doctor asked. I hear him pull the chair closer to me. I just shrug not caring about this. I just want to go home. Home to my room where I feel safe. Until the nightmares come.
"How old are you?" He asked. I raise my fingers and show him 26.
"When did this all started?" He says. I look down my window and see a black van. Its been there since I was brought to this room. I look closely and see a guy with binoculars looking right at me. He looked like the man from the house.
Its him. He knows where I am.
"There's a guy spying on us" I finally spoke. I look at Emily and Spencer surprised to hear my voice. Derek and the rest ran out the room. I look back at the van and it was gone.
How is that possible?
I look around the room and see that I was alone. I get up and walk out the room. I walk down the hall to the elevators. I need some air. I got to the first floor and walk out the door.
The cold air hit me. But I didn't mind. It felt nice in my skin. I wrap my arms around me and walk down the street. Last time I was here there was convince store around the corner.
There wasn't that much people outside. A few teens walked by me and I looked behind me. I see a man with a black hoodie. I kept walking and he kept getting closer. Where is the store? I'm getting nervous. This man was getting too close.
Should I run? But where do I run to? I look back and he was inches away from grabbing my arm. I make a run for the closest store and got in. I look at the man and he stood outside watching me.
I ran down the aisle to the back. I lean against the wall hiding. I slip to the ground and hug my legs tightly.
"Are you okay ma'am?" I look up at the owner of the store and start rocking.
"He found me. He found me" I whisper feeling tears falling down.
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