The last thing I remembered was being injected by the doctor when I flew into another rage. I hadn't ever felt anything like it before. So out of control. So full of nothing but hatred. For what, I didn't know. It wasn't for the reports about my family. It was a part of my life that I didn't know about, but I also knew they probably did those things because they had no other choice, that they were probably trying to protect me. I was more angry at the ones who had put us in this position. I had to find them. Maybe Chad had known who they were. Maybe it was him behind all this. It was his face that flickered through my mind as my eyes closed. Then there was nothing but darkness.
When I opened them I was in a hospital bed and attached to a monitor. There were wires stuck to my head. I felt microwaved. Somehow I managed to get up and sit on the edge of the bed. A doctor wearing a face mask came into the room in a hurry. Before I could speak, he wrapped a stethoscope around my neck, casing me to choke and gasp. The man strangling me was tall and too strong for me to fight. I recognized his eyes – dark, magnetic, capable of madness; but I could still see the real him – the good side of him he couldn't give into it. Chad.
The dot on your arm, Bella. Press it.
I reached for it and pressed down on the Braille-like formation.
Hold it there, Bella. Hold it.
Three … four …
'Good riddance,' snarled Chad. Spots of white formed in my vision with every gasp for breath. 'See you on the other side.'