KULSUM'S POV.

I didn't know what to feel about this. There's just so many emotions running in my head. But like always, one is prominent. Fear? Yes.

I looked up as I swiveled my head around to see anyone that looks suspicious. I just need something...anything. But then again like always, there is nothing out of the ordinary, no one looks suspicious.

That left me with one suspect. Laura.

However, I don't know why but I had a feeling that she wasn't the one that left me this. Why? I have absolutely no idea. It's just this gut feeling.

I don't even know who is the one sending me all these, I don't know why, and in summary, this whole thing is messed up. It's making the wheels in my head spin in directions it's not supposed to go, and it's frustrating to say the least.

I gulped thickly and shoved the envelope into the pocket of my hoodie. And, with my head down, I all but sprinted to my room. I didn't pay any heed to the people that stared at me wondering if I'm in my right senses. Then again, anyone who's here—aside from the workers that is, is not in his or her right sense. If not, we wouldn't be here.

I closed the door behind me, I wanted to put the lock but I couldn't. I had no key in my possession, none of us do. I think they're afraid that if they let us have the keys, we might close the room deadbolt and commit suicide. Even I would've done that when I first got here so it's a point for them.

I shooed that thought away and headed straight to the bedside cabinet where I placed the other letter I got here. I pulled the cabinet open and picked it out. My brows furrowed as I realized that both were white envelopes. There's no difference when it came to that. So, it could both be from the same person.

However, what the envelopes hold—it's content is what makes the two a huge contrast to each other.

While the first letter gave me a sense of hope.

The second one is shredding that hope to pieces-as always.

So, no, the envelopes aren't from the same person.

But, if so then who is the second person? Wait...I don't even know who the first person is.

I released a sigh of frustration as I dumped both letter in the cabinet and closed it shut. I sat on the cold floor and held my head between my hands. My head hurts from all this mystery. My life is already messed up as it is and this is just adding to the problem.

As much as I'd deny this, I missed my life. I missed how my old life used to be. I missed how happy I was. I had everything—I had that happiness we all yearn for.

Happiness...

"See! I told you this will work out" Salma exclaimed as she placed the card in front of me with a huge smile plastered on her face. It was so contagious, I had to laugh along with her. I was just as happy as she was, maybe even more.

Definitely more.

"I hate to say this, but you're right" I chuckled as I trailed my hand over the card in front of me, a wide smile dancing on my lips.

She scoffed and fell back on my bed, "Well duh! When have I ever been wrong?" she said pushing back the strands of her Fulani hair which fell out of her ponytail.

"Like...all the time" I stated making her swat my arm—hard.

I glared at her playfully as I held my arm that she swatted, "You're mean"

She rolled her eyes knowing that I was just kidding, "Yeah whatever" she sighed then turned her head to look at me. She sat up, resting her head on one of her hands, "But seriously though, you know this is way better than what you first had in mind"

I nodded, "Yeah. Now can you stop making me admit that you played in a big role in this" I said whilst rolling my eyes. This made her laugh.

Her phone pinged indicating that a message came through. She fished it out of her clutch, and suing her thumbprint she unlocked the IPhone. "God, I have work to do" she complained as she stood up from the bed and fixed her veil, "You're so lucky you don't have shifts this week" she picked up her phone and her bag. She then turned to me and smiled, "I'll see you later 'kay? Bye!"

"Bye" I waved at her as I watched her walk out of room and away.

I sighed and looked at the card in front me which made my smile widen.

I'm actually getting married!

I gulped thickly as I shake my head as if wanting to remove the memories out of my head, which was impossible because I couldn't run away from them. That happened before she introduced me to drugs.

However, when I remember the situation I'm actually in, it made me forget everything and focus on that only. The fear and dread eating me alive.

For the rest of the one hour and the group therapy I had, I was completely detached form the environment. I was physically there but mentally...even I can't tell which dimension I was in. I ignored everyone and everything and before I know it, the dreaded moment came.

The time for me to go to my one on one therapy—which I'm going to see my family again after weeks. I honestly feel nothing when it came to that. I just wanted to get it over and done with.

That was the thought I had imprinted in my head when I held the door handle and twisted it. I pushed the door open and stepped it, closing it shut behind me. I inhaled sharply as my eyes rested on the four figures that are my family members. They all looked the same as always, nothing out of place.

What surprised me though is the fact that they all showed up. Wow. That's a first.

I moved my gaze to Dr. Firdaus who offered me a small smile as an encouragement. What she doesn't understand though is that encouragement is the last thing I need today. If anyone needs encouragement, it's my family. They need encouragement for what's about to happen.

I exhaled lowly and made my way into the room. My mother stood up and attempted to hug me once I was within arms-length but I stepped away just in time. This made her look at me with an emotion I had never seen in those orbs of hers that I used to find peace in. Hurt. She actually looks hurt.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the thought.

My gaze fell on my father who watched me with an indifferent expression, I wasn't expecting anything more. His lips then stretched into what was supposed to be a small smile but all I saw was a look I yearned for back then but never got. I don't need it now.

Next to him is Sabrina who tried to offer me a smile as though she's happy to see me.

As if.

If I didn't know any better, I'd fall for it.

My sister is talented when it comes to acting. She'd win an Oscar award for being the best female actress.

When she saw the look on my face, her face fell as her lips sets into a frown. She didn't do anything that'll irk me though. She knew better.

And lastly, the one person I would've yearned to see, my younger brother, Zayn. Amongst all of them, he's the only one that I think the emotion on his face is genuine but I can't be so sure. I mean the guy helped these people send me to this prison.

Traitor.

And quite unfortunately, this made me remember the day I got dragged to this place.

"What?" I looked at my dad in shock, then my mother who had crocodile tears streaming down her face.

I couldn't find my voice or the words to speak up with.

This has to be some sick joke.

"Tell me this is a joke" I said looking between the two parents that gave birth to me. My so 'parents' that are supposed to love and be there for me always.

My mother shook her head as she reaches out to hold my hand which I slipped out of her hold as if it burned me. "No. You can't do this to me" I stumbled as I tried to back away from her but I got a hold of myself before I fall.

I didn't know why going to a rehab center feels like going to prison. I've been to so many rehabs I've lost count. But those were just one session rehabs that I go to everyday and return back to my father's house but this one, I'd have to live there.

It's basically like going to prison!

My mother broke down hysterically crying and if I didn't know any better then I'd think she was actually sad about this but I do know better. I know that this is all just some sick act.

They're all conspiring against me.

Except...Zayn.

My head swiveled up and my gaze landed on my younger brother whose eyes were red probably from trying to hold in his tears. But why? He can talk to them into letting me off this hook. I can't go to rehab. They can't just send me away like this. No, I won't agree to this.

"Zayn" I said keeping my gaze on him alone as I side stepped my 'mother' that's still crying and walked towards my younger brother, "Zayn" I called his name again as I reached out and held his hands in mine, "Tell them I'm okay? You know I'm fine right? I'm clean" I said, my words coming out jumbled as I spoke hastily.

Zayn didn't say anything, he just stared at me, his eyes welling up with tears.

I felt a hand on my arm and this made me look at the person. I narrowed my eyes at Sabrina who had lost the look she had on her face earlier. Now, she looks more determined. "Kulsum you have to go now" she said lowly.

I glared at her and swatted her hand off my arm, "Don't you dare touch me" I said through gritted teeth and then turned to look at Zayn. "Zayn come on. Just tell them I'm clean. I promised you I'll be off drugs right? You know I always keep my promise" that was a lie. I never keep promises anymore and I surely didn't keep that. But, I'd say anything that will save me from going to that rehab. Anything.

Instead of replying, Zayn pulled me in for a tight hug and though no words were spoken, I found myself crying in my brother's shoulder. I can't remember the last time I cried but that day I did cry. I cried because that was the moment I realized that my brother isn't with me anymore. He had betrayed me.

"You have to get better Kulsum. I need my old elder sister back" he whispered, from his tone you can tell that he's crying too.

I don't know what hurts most. Being betrayed by my family? Or having Zayn cry because of me?

It both hurts, way more than I'd actually admit.

"Zayn you can't let them do this to me!" I argued but before I can protest more, he pulled away and I found myself being held by the two other women that was with the guy as if I'm some type of prisoner.

My dad said something to them but I didn't focus on it. All I could focus on was the fact that my family just betrayed me, Zayn included and now, I can't trust any of them.

That was the last thought I had before I gave into the darkness.

I blinked my eyes trying to get myself to stop dwelling on such old memories. What matters is the fact that they are here now, and I will remind them of everything they did. With that thought in mind, I mentally prepared myself for what's about to come.

I made my way to the touch opposite where they sat and sat on it, crossing my legs, I leaned back.

Dr. Firdaus clasped her hands together and looked at each and every one of us before she spoke, "Since you're all here, let's start the therapy then alright?"

"Let's do this" I mutter as I stare at the people I call my family.

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