Disclaimer: See last chapter
I look around the room I find myself in when I wake up.
Am I dead?
Is he gone?
Am I alone?
I shake my head and carry on looking around the bright white room, trying to find a way out. Tears run down my pale cheeks when I give up, there is no way out of this place – I could be stuck here forever.
I sink down to the floor and curl up in a tight ball, sobbing as I try to think of how I can get out of here. I want Hotch to hold me in his strong arms and tell me that I am going to be okay, I want him to take me in his arms and kiss me gently and tell me that he never gave up and then I could lie to him and told him I never gave up either.
I would cling into to him and cry into his chest and try and make out like that man have never hurt me, he never raped me. I would try and pretend like I was okay because I don't want to be a victim anymore.
I have been a victim for nine whole months now, I don't want to do it anymore.
I can smile in front of everyone and cry when I am alone.
I can laugh in front of my friends and then sob when I am on my own.
I can pretend.
But here I am alone anyway, there is no point in pretending.
I want to die.
Why can't I just die?
A/N: Short but meh, it's all I could come up with at the moment. Review anyway, even though there is probably no point because you're all sitting there like, mehh I waited for that?! Basically running out of inspiration for this story, but I am tired so that could be why.
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