"Megan? Are you alright?" I asked into the darkness. I could feel her presence.

"I am happy." She said, her voice oddly echoic. 

"I saw those cuts and bruises. You were not moving. I was so scared. God! I will kill that b@st###." I yelled though my throat pained out of dryness.

"Don't worry about me honey. Save yourself" She said. 

"What are you saying?" I asked confused by her statement.

"Move away. He will come for you. Run as far as you can."

"What about you ? Won't you come with me?" I asked

"I am happy where I am. I am know that" She said her voice fading like she was moving away.

"Megan? What are you saying?" I asked

"Go away" She whispered, her voice barely audible now.

"Megan?"

No answer

"Megan? where are you?" I yelled into the darkness until I felt alone again.

"Hey, she is coming back call Mark" someone yelled/ I cringed at pitch of the voice as it struck my head as a hammar.

I opened my eyes to see a handful of brown hair and grey cloudy eyes scanning my face intently. I tried getting up but was stopped by this brown haired boy who appeared to be my age.

"Don't get up. You are still weak." He said while holding me gently pushing back to the bed.

I scanned my environment to see that everything was white. There was a monitor beeping What appeared to be my heart rate. An intravenous line pumped a clear liquid into veins. I felt nauseous either from the sight or the headache that was consuming me.

An old man in white coat appeared from the door and advanced towards me. I was scared, I tried holding onto something and was greeted by a sweaty hand which held me back.  

"Hello! I am Dr.Ralph. You are in a hospital currently. You faced many physical and possibly psychological injuries. Don't worry you safe now and being treated and I would like to say that your charts suggests that you are making remarkable recovery physically. Let's do a quick check up of yours then Dr. Grey will be coming to talk to you soon." He paused looked at him and continued

"You might have to leave the room Mr. ??" He asked the boy 

"I am Mark ." He said while getting up to leave. Reflexy I held his hand tightly refusing to let go for I was terrified to be alone in this room with an elder man.

"Can he stay?" I asked with wide eyes praying for positive reply. The doctor nodded and motioned Mark to step aside to make room for him to perform examination.

After completing the examination the doctor left with a note saying that I would be discharged in a week if I continued to improve like this. I  thanked him with a weak smile because that was all I could do at the time. I turned towards the boy named Mark and asked

"Where is Megan? Is she alright?"

He looked at me with great intensity his eyes showing regret and concern . He sat besides the bed on a stool and held my hand again. I felt safe again. But  something in his face scared me. The answer I was expecting might not be there.

"I am afraid we could not save her. By the time we got you out that psycho man came to know that we were trying to help and police had still not arrived. There was delay in getting her out because of that as paramedics arrived late. She had died because of internal bleeding and loss of blood. That's what the doctor said. I  was that psycho man's neighbor. He is an ex convict charged for pedophilia , rape and countless other crimes. We suspected some malicious activity when My grandma saw him talking to some scary looking guys and that is when we informed the police. But thinking it to be a useless call they delayed their arrival so my friend and me took matters into our hands. "

I had no idea how to respond. She was gone. Megan was gone. How could she leave me ? If only she could have been saved first. I looked at his face with anger bubbling up inside me.

"Why didn't you save her first?" I asked in a broken voice.

"We initially thought that you were the only one there. But later when the police arrived they found Megan's body in the basement at the corner." He said , remorse filled  in his voice. But that would not bring her back. 

I left his hand and turned my body to the opposite side, I did not want to face him or anyone. My eyes were going heavy and tears started falling out. I cried and cried and asked him to leave me alone. 

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I opened my eyes as felt pain in my throat. I turned around to see a glass filled with water. I drank it while looking at the wall clock. It was 3 in the night for it was still dark outside. I stared at the blank window showing nothing but the darkness of sky and that was when I decided it was time to leave .

To go................

A/N

Another intense chapter I know. But it holds a lot of importance .

Yes the boy that saved Becca is the same Mark Robson that is his boss.

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         tzoned