So I have this problem of not going on my computer so I don't update... before spring break in March I was such a good updater! Now I suck at it! Anyways, on with the story;

Blair POV

As they dragged me away from everyone I saw the fear and hurt on all of their faces, Clint looked like he was going to shoot them then and there.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell. I wanted to say "Daddy! Don't let them take me!" but I had to be strong. I had to be indifferent. This was part of the plan even if Tara and Ella didn't realize it was.

Tara and Ella… what were they thinking? They thought I was going with them, to hide. But instead I gave myself up. But I had to see Ella save. It was the only way.

As they pulled me past the receptionist she gave me a sad look. In return I glared at her. I didn't understand why I had to go, I wasn't crazy. Well, I didn't try to be. It is hard not to be when you live in a big grey jail-like building your whole life never seeing the outside world.

When I got pushed into the van it reminded me of one of those rare times we left. But that was to go to the sea side got a change of scenery. We had no fun there though, it was for school. Science I think it was.

Inside the van I was chained to the seat. One of the doctors sat across from me and was staring me in the eyes. I tried to look away but it was hard.

"Why did you leave Blair?" he asked. I didn't answer even though I knew I would get in trouble for it. I wonder what it would have been like if Ella was in this position, she probably wouldn't shut up.

"Blair I asked you a question, I can't help you unless you let me." He said. While I glared back in response he wrote something on his clip board. God, I wanted to be with everyone else. "Blair-"

"Shut up!" I scream. It was involuntary; I just couldn't help it anymore. "Shut up! Shut up! I hate you!" I screamed but my voice was breaking. Shit! I'm crying. I can't cry, I thought to myself. I could see the doctor smiling to himself.

"See, I just need you to speak. If you would answer my questions this would be painless sweetie." He said. I tore my gaze from the ground and glared at him. If looks could kill, he would have been dead.

"Do not call me that." I hissed. He rolled his eyes.

"Stop being so dramatic. What happened to the little girl that was here before?" He asked. I glared at him.

"There was no innocent little girl that you think there was. I hid it! I wanted out! I'm not crazy!" I sobbed. I couldn't handle this, I needed to though. I can't though, I don't know why, Maybe it was because I finally had the taste of real life, I finally had friends. I had found my dad! And they just take me away from him just like that.

Wait… why didn't he fight? Why didn't he try? Maybe Natasha said something to him that I couldn't hear. Natasha and him are dating… oh god. I was just about to make her my role model and she is dating my dad… ah well she can still be that person when I get out of this hell hole

When I looked up and out the back window I noticed we were at the mental hospital and people were getting ready to transfer me from the van to inside the huge building. Then it hit me, they would be punishing me for running away. I would be put in shock.

They want me to know that I can't just run away, they also want to get rid of the visions. I heard the click of the hand cuffs being taken off; I didn't have the energy to fight though. I let them lift me onto the transfer table that brought me inside.

When I was set down on it I felt them put the cuffs on me that chain me to it. The ones around my wrists, ankles, and waist. Maybe they'd get more to make sure that I couldn't get out. Like I could, they are probably going to put me in maximum security or at least make sure I didn't have any windows in my room.

All of the sudden I remembered the com that was in my ear. Maybe nobody would notice it was there. They could leave it and when I got to my room and they left I could contact Clint or Natasha. Maybe Tony would forgive me for saying I hate him on the first day. I really should apologize for that.

Before I could get on with my plan to contact them I felt someone put their finger in my ear and pull the com out. Stupid smart people! I scream at them in my head. I heard the sound of wheels on cement and realized that we were moving.

Inside the hospital hadn't changed. The walls were still grey stone and the roof was still those ugly tiles. Maybe they had gotten nicer floors. They probably wouldn't let me out of my room though in fear I would make a friend and then escape with them like with Ella.

It wasn't my fault she left; she did it on her own. I'm glad she did but I didn't help, I thought to myself as we passed doctor after doctor.

"We just need to do a test on you, okay Blair?" I heard Doctor Daniels say. I didn't nod, shake my head or say anything because I knew that my input wouldn't be needed. They would just go on as planned.

I heard doors open and turned my head to see I was in the testing room. Vilas of blood and other liquids were there. All waiting to be tested but seventy five percent of them wouldn't be.

I looked away not knowing which one they would do. I felt them pull my arm straight and putting something cold on the inside of my elbow. "Rubbing alcohol" I heard the doctor say "We are taking blood Blair, we need you to hold still so it won't hurt more than it needs to." He said. I never said anything. I didn't plan on moving. I hate needles.

All of the sudden I felt the needle pierce my skin and go into my vein. It hurt. A lot. I didn't understand how people did this. I didn't move though, I wouldn't let myself.

"Was that so hard?" he asked when he pulled it out and put a band aid over the wound. Again I didn't answer. I guess that was getting on the doctors nerves because all of the sudden I felt a sharp slap across my face. "You'll answer when spoken to. You are not a little kid anymore." He hissed at me.

"I don't like you. You are not the boss of me." I snapped back and felt the stinging pain of another slap.

I knew I was being moved again because I heard the doors open and close along with the squeaky wheels. They really needed to oil them.

The doors open to a room where doctors are standing beside a machine with two metal things coming off it. They are wearing rubber gloves. Blair comes into view and they are stopping her bed against the top of the table that the machine is sitting on. "Get ready Blair." One of the doctors say as they put the metal objects on her temples.

My eyes shot open as I took a big gulp of air. My worse fear was coming. That stupid shock machine. They really could kill someone with that. Maybe when I get out Tony could sue them. If I get out, I thought to myself.

I felt the bed go over the bump of a threshold of a new room. I looked to the side and saw the barred windows. It was that room then. Could they not just give me a break!?

I heard them moving stuff around as the bed came to a halt. "Get ready Blair." I heard the doctor say and all of the sudden I felt the shocks go through my whole body.

As I screamed at the top of my lungs I felt them take the metal parts of the machine off my head. But before I could recover they were there again. As I screamed again everything went black.

When I came to I felt a scratchy gown against my skin. I groaned and opened my eyes to see I was in my room. Well more like my cell. I was padded and I knew it was also steel, thick steel. How could I get out of this?

The only window was up high, too high for me to reach. It was small, also too small for me to fit through. Bars were on it too. I couldn't fit through it, why would they need bars?

I looked across the room at the other wall made of padding and sighed. Was I going to be stuck here for the rest of my life?

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