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During the following week, Becca didn't talk to Harley at all, no matter how much she begged.

"Aw, come on, Becca! It was an accident; please don't be mad at me!"

Becca turned her head away from Harley. "Ivy, did you hear something?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Ha ha, very funny," said Harley dryly. "I said I was sorry, what more do you want?"

Becca didn't answer.

"Yeah, that's real mature Bec."

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"Rebecca Thompson, please come with me," a strange doctor approached Becca.

Becca looked over him once and said "Nah, I'm good."

"You must come with me; it's time for your treatment."

Becca blinked. "Okaaaay . . . ." slowly, she followed the man out of her cell. Jonathan had looked up from his book across the hall and his eyes widened. "Oh God, no . . . ." he breathed. "B-Becca, d-don't go with him . . ."

Becca tilted her head. "Why? It's just for medicine; probably more nasty syrup. Yuck. Well, see ya at dinner!"

Jonathan watched Becca leave with the doctor and his breath hitched. Jervis woke up in his cell and looked around. He saw the expression on Jonathan's face and asked "What's wrong, Jonathan?"

"Becca."

Jervis looked across the hall to her empty cell. "Where'd she get off to?" he asked.

"Dr. Chamberlain took her."

Jervis's eyes widened. "Oh no . . . ."

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Dr. Chamberlain led Becca into a room with all sorts of wiring systems and sat her down in a chair near the door. "So doc, where's the medicine?"

The doctor knelt and took one of her wrists in his hands. "There's no medicine, my dear."

Becca noticed the straps on the arms of the chair and she became even more confused when he strapped her wrists to the chair. "Um, whatcha doin' doc?" she asked nervously. She became even more nervous when he fitted a metal band around her head. "What the hell is that?" she asked, sounding alarmed.

Dr. Chamberlain held a remote with a single switch. "Your treatment."

He flipped the switch.

Becca suddenly felt like her head was on fire and was about to explode. She felt like there was dynamite in her head. She felt like her skull was being smashed.

Becca screamed, louder than she'd ever screamed in her life. She screamed and screamed, but the pain only increased.

The pain ended and the world turned black.

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A/N: Becca's just survived her first dose of electroshock therapy.