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I stood frozen to the chair; I was terrified of this man. The anger in his eyes made my blood run cold. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't do anything. He took of my chains and grabbed me by my hair. He gripped it tightly and it hurt terribly.

"You DARE try to leave, I'm here to care for you not hurt you" he shouted in the heat of anger. He then flung me to the ground where I landed with a thud. The impact of the fall to the floor caused me to bang my head on the floor, it throbbed painfully now.

Then his anger subsided, "Oh no my god, Spencer I'll go get ice" he said as he hurried to the freezer to get an ice pack. He carried me to the bedroom and placed the icepack on my head. He then made sure I had no other injuries, "Lie still and I'll bring you some pain medication" he said then left the room.

I sighed, "I just want to get out of here…but then again where would I go? Back to my family that betrayed me in a heartbeat…to the hospital with those cold walls…no…I won't go back…I'm sick of walls."

It was then I eyed a sharp letter opener on the other side of the room…this time no one will be able to stop me.

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Morgan shot up when he found the file that might finally help them. "The family house, although its no deserted, is in his family name. It not far from the city, in fact it's not that far from the park that Spencer was abducted from" he said. Hotch looked at the file and nodded.

"Get everyone ready and a SWAT team ready as well."

Morgan ran back to his desk to call the others about the update, since they aren't FBI anymore they can't come with them.

But then suddenly he felt a shiver, like something terrible was going to happen but he brushed it aside and ran to his desk. They had little time and Hotch called the SWAT team, while hoping and praying that Spencer was still unharmed.

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I managed to get up from the bed, since the man forgot to chain me down. I lumped to the door and locked it; I even barricaded it for good measure. I looked back at the letter opener and lumped towards it.

I picked it up and sat down on the bed. "This is my end game", I thought. The place where my last breath will be and I can finally be free…from my mind…and my misery.

I stared at the blade for a long time, my memories of my life flooding my mind. My hopes, dreams, good and bad memories, and my friends. But they were gone now and I can't have them back…ever.

Tears fell from my eyes…I was silently hoping that someone would open that door and stop me. That person would tell me that I could get a second chance and start over. The person would hold me and tell me it's alright. I knew that wasn't going to happen.

Slowly I pointed the knife to my heart and my hands gripped the hilt of the blade tightly.

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