Hey guys, I hope you are enjoying where I am going with this one. I know this is different to what I have previously done on my profile but I am really enjoying the change. I can't believe how far we have come together on this story; my plan is to have this story posted and completed by the 10/10 as this is the year mark for this story (however you guys aren't going to know this as you are just reading this now). Also a content warning for suggested violent themes in this chapter. Much love RSD xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo.

Two weeks had passed since Ben, Evie, Jay and Carlos had seen me fitting and only a few things had changed, my nightmares and fitting started to become a regular occurrence. And it was now at the point that every time I closed my eyes I was reminded of what happened on the Isle. Due to now not wanting to go to sleep I was doing anything and everything to make sure that I didn't fall asleep; I had taken to throwing myself out of the bed as then the pain in my body would keep me awake. But since the hospital staff had clicked on to what I was doing they had put the sides up on my bed and due to my exhaustion I couldn't put them back down so I started on a new tactic. I had now chosen that I didn't want to eat or drink; I was in such a low and tired mood that even though my body was screaming at me to give in I wouldn't.

The only thing that hadn't changed was the fact that Ben, Jay, Carlos and Evie keep checking in on me but as soon as they walked in they received a very frosty reception. I knew they were doing it because they cared but every time I saw them (especially Ben) it broke my heart. It kept reminding me of what happened and how they treated me and I couldn't get away from it.

I was currently getting assessed by Doctor Cameron; he was trying to get me to eat and drink; yes he had helped me with my fitting and sleeping problem ever so slightly but I still couldn't bring myself to eat and drink.

"Miss Faery-" he started.

"Yes Doctor Cameron" I muttered as I continued to stare at the wall in front of me. This had become my new hobby - staring blankly at the wall in front of me. I don't know why but concentrating on one spot seemed to calm me down somewhat but it was getting to the point that it was getting monotonous.

"You need to eat and drink? It will help you get better; it is delaying your recovery" he advised.

"Who said I wanted to get better?" I muttered as I slowly tore my eyes away from the wall and looked up at him.

"Miss Faery I know you are going through a lot at the moment-" he started.

"But you are losing weight. Why don't you try a sip of water?" he suggested as he nodded to the glass of water that was on my table.

"No" I stated bluntly as I looked down at it.

"Mal look at me" he urged and I looked back at him.

"You know as your doctor I will not allow you to torture yourself like this" he stressed as he pursed his lips together.

"I know you do not want to see his Majesty or your friends" he added.

"Ex friends, ex-boyfriend!" I spat as I grimaced.

"Yes, but be that as it may-" he started.

"You shouldn't be going through this alone" he reminded me. I sighed; this was another thing that he had been trying to help me with. He was adamant that I shouldn't be doing this on my own. But that is what I wanted to do; I wanted to be on my own as this whole situation had shown me that I had no one anyway.

"I have to, I have no one" I repeated back to him for the thousandth time.

"Only my mother who is gecko and she hates me" I said sadly.

"Just give it a thought, maybe?" he suggested hopefully.

"Maybe" I said. I watched as he pursed his lips together and I sighed. I painfully reached over and picked the glass of water up and took a brief sip to humour him; only then I knew that he would leave me alone.

"I'll leave you to your rest" he advised.

"Thank you" I replied.

"I'll come back and see you later" he promised.

"Ok" I muttered and I watched as he left the room. I then slid down the bed slowly and rested my head against the pillow; I knew that I was torturing myself but the constant despair and panic that was currently engulfing my body was too much to bear. I knew that something had to give; but right now I was going to worry about this another day. I could feel my sleeping medication start to kick in and the last thought on my mind as my eyes lazily rolled that hopefully I could sleep without me waking up in a panic - but I wasn't going to hold my breath!

"Hold her down" Harry laughed. I felt Uma and Gil harshly push me back against the chair; I let my head roll back. Why couldn't they just get this over and done with? Surely this had to end and soon; I couldn't believe that I was actually looking forward to death.

"Grr!" I growled as my eyes locked with Harry's.

"Pull the sleeves up" he laughed and Uma quickly ripped my sleeves off my jacket.

"Don't worry-" Harry started innocently as he walked towards me with a fire poker.

"This is only going to hurt a little bit" he mocked as he stood in front of me.

"Fuck off Hook!" I spat.

"Nah!" he laughed.

"I'm enjoying myself" he said and he pressed the hot poker against the top of my right arm. I started to scream and I tried to wriggle away from them; I heard the three of them laugh before Harry pressed the poker further into my arm before pulling it away. I tried to regulate my breathing before I heard Harry laugh before he did it again; the room started to fill with me screaming as Harry continued to burn my right arm and he didn't stop as he started to press the hot poker against my left arm, neck, face and chest. He was about to press it against my right cheek again however he stopped when he heard a voice.

"My turn" Gil said happily as he let go of my right side.

"Hmph!" Harry puffed before he quickly pressed the poker against my right cheek for a few seconds before he angrily threw the poker to the floor. I took a couple of deep breaths to steady myself as Harry swapped places with Gil.

"Now what are you going to do?" I growled as I grimaced at Gil as my body was screaming in pain from my injuries.

"You creep!" I spat. I watched as Gil grinned at me before he started to undo the belt on his trousers causing my eyes to widen in shock. What on the Isle was this creep doing?

"Make her stand up and put her facing the back of the chair" he instructed.

"Why?" Uma asked.

"You'll see" Gil chuckled. I then felt Harry and Uma roughly help me to my feet and they quickly span me around and threw me back into the chair so my chest was now against the back of the chair.

"Jacket off" I heard him say and I felt as Uma and Harry used their swords to cut the back of my jacket open and they hooked the back of my top over my head.

"Now let's see her scream" Gil laughed before I heard him slap his belt together. My eyes widened in shock and I pushed my head forward and I bit down onto my lip. The room went quiet for a few seconds before I felt a sharp, piercing sting go across my back. I screamed in pain and I felt Gil administer another blow. I tried to concentrate on Ben again but the pain of Gil constantly lashing my back kept distracting me from this - all I could concentrate on was when they were going to stop!