Page 51 of Dark Duet: Platinum Edition

I am not Olivia. I’m not that girl anymore.

“I’m Dr. Janice Sloan. I’m a forensic social worker for the Federal Bureau of Investigation,” she says. “The police were able to identify you from your missing person’s report. Your friend Nicole reported your abduction. We’ve been looking for you. Your mother has been very worried.”

I’m tempted to speak, so I can tell her to shut the fuck up. I can practically feel my skin crawling.Stop! Stop talking to me.But she won’t. There will be more questions, the same questions, and this time I might have to answer them. I know it’s the only way they’ll let me go. They keep me strapped down and pumped full of drugs; they say I tried to hurt my nurse. I tell them they tried to hurt me first. I never asked to be brought to the hospital. The blood wasn’t mine and the original owner wouldn’t miss it. I was fairly certain he was dead. I should know – I killed him.

“I know this can’t be easy for you. What you’ve been through…” I hear her swallow. “I can’t imagine it,” she continues. It reeks of pity and I don’t want it. Not from her. She reaches her hand out to touch mine and I instantly recoil. The harsh clang of my hands smacking against the railing of my bed is like a threat of violence. I am more than willing to inflict violence if she tries to touch me again.

She holds up both her hands and steps away. My breathing begins to settle and the black ring surrounding my vision dissipates, until the world is once again in high definition, color. Now that she has drawn my attention, I notice she isn’t alone. There is a man with her. He cocks his head and stares at me like I am a riddle he wants to solve. The look is heartbreakingly familiar.

I roll my head toward the window, staring at the light filtering through the horizontal blinds. My stomach clenches.Caleb.His name whispers through my mind. He used to look at me that way. I wonder why, since he seemed so capable of reading my mind. My body aches. I miss him. I miss him so much. I feel tears again, sliding down the corners of my eyes.

Dr. Sloan doesn’t relent. “How are you feeling? I’ve been briefed by the social worker who was present during your initial exam, and I’ve been apprised of the events witnessed by the Laredo Police Department.”

I swallow hard. Memories assault me, but I fight them. This is exactly what I didn’t want.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m here to help you. You’re being held on charges of assault against federal border patrol officers, possession of a weapon, resisting arrest, and suspicion of felony murder. I’m here to determine your competency, but also to assist you. I’m sure you have your reasons for what happened, but I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me. Please, Olivia. Let me help you,” Dr. Sloan says.

My panic is rising. Already my chest is heaving and the world is black around the edges. Tears choke me around the tube in my throat. The fucking pain of the post-Caleb world is endless. I knew it would be.

“Your mother is trying to find someone to take care of your brothers and sisters so she can come see you,” she says.

NO! Stay away.

“She should be here in the next day or two. You can talk to her on the phone if you’d like.”

I am whimpering. I want her to stop. I want them all to go away – this woman, the man in the corner, my mother, my siblings, even Nicole. I don’t want to hear them. I don’t want to see them.Go away, go away, go away.

I scream bloody fucking murder. I won’t go back!

“Caleb!” I scream. “Help me!” My body wants to curl in on itself but can’t. I am bound, like a caged animal on display. They want to know what’s wrong, but they will never, and can never, understand. I can never tell them. This pain is mine to keep.

I scream and scream and scream until someone rushes in and presses all my magic buttons.

The drugs take over.

Caleb.

***

Day 5:

I’m fully aware I am in the psych ward of the hospital. I’ve been told many times. I can’t help but laugh inwardly at the irony. They will let me go once I’m able to tell them to release me. But I won’t speak. I am literally holding myself hostage. Maybe Iamcrazy. Maybe I belong here.

The bruises on my wrists and ankles are an angry shade of purple. I suppose I fought pretty hard. I miss the restraints. In a way, they allowed me the freedom to writhe and flail. They gave me something and someone to fight against. Without them…I feel like a traitor. No longer a prisoner, I seem to be allowing them to keep me here.

I eat when they bring me food, to keep me from having that fucking tube in my nose. I shower when they say I must. I get back in my bed like a good little girl. I float away with the drugs. Oh, how I love the drugs.

But they never leave me alone. There is always someone here, watching me like I’m a lab experiment. Whenever the fog of the drugs lifts, they are here: Dr. Sloan, or her ‘associate’, Agent Reed. He likes to stare at me. I stare back.

The first one to look away is the loser.

Often, it’s me. His glare is unnerving.

In Reed’s eyes, I see a familiar determination and a cunning I have never been a match for.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, soft and low.

I feel as though he is telling me I have no choice but to break. Eventually, he’ll get what he wants from me. I taunt him with my silence. Sometimes he smirks at me. And then, Caleb’s specter seems much more pronounced.