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White Box

"Why?" The question echoed in my head. I could still see their faces when I closed my eyes. I could still feel my back graze the wall as they slowly closed in on me. She brought a lot of reinforcements with her.

"Don't touch me," I breathed.

"Relax, sweetie. We are here to help you." A short lady said to me slowly and deliberately as if she were to talking to a 5-year-old.

"Get away." My voice was shaky.

Two powerful-looking men came closer to me. "We won't harm you," one of them spoke. I saw the logo at the chest pocket of his uniform. John Michaels Institute for Mental Health. I pressed myself harder against the cold wall as if it would distance me from my pursuers. But I was trapped. There was nowhere to run.

We were all still waiting for the next move. We all braced ourselves.

My eyes darted to every single one of them. Their faces imprinted on my mind. The short mousy lady who had reddish brown hair and a clipboard on her hand. The tall man with spiked hair his hand behind his back. The wide dark man who was closest to me, his eyes empty. And them. I couldn't believe how much they resembled me. He had my dad's ashy hair and his long straight nose. She had my mom's slender body and her pretty blue eyes. But I saw through.

He was nothing. He just stood there lifeless. Watched the scene in front of him almost boringly.

She was... It was hard to find the words to describe her. My eyes landed on her and she still wore that mask of worry. She acted as if she was doing what was best for me. She had to do what she had to do. But as I studied her features, there was this strange glint in her eyes. Pure hatred.

There was a fire in my chest and I charged after her. In a second, the stillness broke and the two men caught me. "Get off me!" I struggled against their strong grasps.

"Honey, don't fight them," She said over my cries.

"Let me go! DON'T TOUCH ME!"

"Please, Nina, darling."

I continued to fight as I stared at her straight in the eyes. "I HATE YOU! YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!" Her face contorted into a look of pain and hurt, but I knew better. I kept screaming and yelling and thrashing at her. "STOP ACTING! I KNOW YOU HATE ME! WELL GUESS WHAT, MOM, I HATE YOU TOO- AHH!" I cried out in pain as the tall man stabbed me with the needle. I looked at him with wide tear-filled eyes and his face of cold broke. He was sorry for me and it pained him to push the syringe and inject me with the medicine. My struggles weakened and my vision started blurring. But in the dizzying confusion as my world started spinning, I saw the tiny smirk of victory on her face.

I re-watched the scene on the white padded walls of the box they put me in. Again and again. Clear and vivid.

I laid still on the hard bed as I stared ahead unseeing. I didn't take notice of the nurse that regularly came in to check on me. I didn't regard of the food she left on my bedside. I ignored when she cared for me and brushed my hair. I didn't listen when she spoke to me.

All I saw were memories. All unsure which were real and which were not. Dreams within dreams.

Tears refused to fall, for there were none left. This was it. No place to go but my dreams. I was trapped in this white box, trapped in this world.

"Nina."

Sarah. I didn't see her, but I knew she was there. I felt her. I failed you once again. A warmth brushed my face and kissed my forehead. There was a whisper of air at my ear. "Don't lose hope." With that I fell asleep.

Anubis house was in chaos. Even Fabian left my side. They were at panic. And somehow, that raised me from my stupor. I worried with them. What has happened? I couldn't quite catch what they were talking about. Was it Joy? Victor?

Amber came to my side and held my hand. She wasn't her usual calm with the world self. She seemed lost for what to do. She brushed my hair with her fingers, "Don't worry, Nins. We'll get you out of there somehow." She was crying. "Two Sibunas on your side? We'll be unstoppable." Something tells me, she's saying this to herself more than to me. With all my will, I squeezed her hand back. I could only manage to make my hand twitch, but she gasped and hugged me tight. She didn't alert the others, she just stayed there and held me.

I awoke to the door opening. It was still dark. Only the light from the hallway illuminated my room. A man in uniform came in. He wasn't the usual nurse that checks on me. He looked around the room, searching corners and drawers. He read the information about my condition on the clipboard by my bed.

"I'm just here for your monitoring." He's voice sounded very familiar. "You are doing very well." He took my temperature, and wrote on the clipboard. He set down a tray next to me. "You have to eat your food so you can get better." He went back to the door and checked the hallway. He waited a few seconds then rushed to my side. He held my hand tightly and whispered, "I'll get you out of here, Nina. Make sure you eat your meals."

"Fabian?"

"Shh. I'll come back for you. Promise."