"I said, get out."

Again she doesn't move.

"GET! OUT!"

Finally, she heads for the door. Part of me can't help but smile at the feeling watching her leave gives me.

She's such a bitch.

She passes through the door and I finally relax.

They both are. I don't understand how I could never see it before. Probably because I was a naive idiot before. I had a lot of stupid ideas about things. Ideas like love, and hope and the future and good and evil. But now I can see things clearly. I can see how wrong I was about all of them. They're all just words. Words that people use to make themselves feel better about the world. It makes people feel better to think that these things exist. That they can feel them and that they are real. But the truth is they're just lies. Like the ones that my sister and my ex just tried to push on me.

Especially when the truth is that they probably jumped on each other the second I was out of the picture. With me out of the way, there wasn't anything stopping them. It's probably why they were so shifty around me. They feel guilty because I told them this would happen. They kept telling me that it wasn't true. That it wouldn't actually happen. They tried to make me think that I was paranoid. But it's only paranoia if you're wrong about it.

Looking down at my hands, I open my palms to see the blood where I was digging my nails in.

I just need to get out of here to really prove it. And for that I need to not be tied down.

All of the sudden, my straps come loose and fall against the hospital bed.

What the hell?

I grab my wrists as I feel the freedom of not having them restrained, enjoying the feeling as my skin tingles thanks to the fresh air against it.

How the hell did that happen? I've been trying to break free forever and despite everything I couldn't make it work. So why now? What made it happen now instead of all those other times? I'm not even sure what I did last time I got free. I was so surprised that I wasn't really paying attention. I mean, I know I really wanted it, and this time I was thinking that I needed it. But when I tried to use it on my so-called sister, nothing happened. Why doesn't it work all the time?

My stomach grumbles.

Damn it, I'm hungry. They've been keeping me like this for too long. I need to eat something.

Just then, I feel something drop in front of me out of nowhere. I look down and...

Is that?

I take a deep breath in through my nose and smell the familiar scent of anchovies.

It is. It's my favorite pizza.

Reaching out, I touch the slice of pizza just to make sure it's really there.

Where did this come from?

I pick it up and bring it to my nose and take a sniff.

Smells like it's real.

My tongue touches it and that familiar taste hits my taste buds.

Tastes like it's real.

I take a bite, chewing it and swallowing.

Feels like it's real.

With another bite, I start actually eating the slice.

Oh my god, this might be the best slice of pizza I've ever had. But... where did it come from? It's like I just... wanted something to eat and it came out of nowhere.

I get about halfway through the slice and start using just one to hold it while I look at the other. The blood on it starting to dry.

Did I finally figure out how this is supposed to work? Is it about my needing something?

My throat starts to get dry as I get to the crust of my sudden slice.

I mean, I'm going to need something to wash down this pizza and...

Something falls into my lap and I look down to see a juice box between my legs. I finish off the slice as I reach down and pick up the juice box.

This could be a lot of fun.

Taking the straw out of the packaging, I stick it into the juice box and start drinking. I get off the hospital bed, gathering my clothes and putting them on.

"What makes you say that?"

What's wanna be talking about?

I drop the juice box while putting my shirt on and then pick up my pants, putting them on.

"B and I... when we touch, it makes something happen to us."

Is that... Faith? Something happens between she and my sister?

"There's this intense feeling that comes over us. It makes us feel things that we normally don't."

What kind of feelings? Are they actually admitting to what I think they're admitting to?

"What kind of feelings?"

You took the words right out of my mouth.

"The kind that you had for Cordy."

Sorry, what?

"Cordy? What?"

They're having feelings for each other? Gee, I could've told them that.

"Not the time B."

"But we're not feeling it now... right?"

Sure you aren't. You're just trying to cover it up because Angel's kid is about as dumb as his father. He'd actually believe them. He always had a blind spot when it came to my sister and my ex. He couldn't see them for the liars they really are.

"Right."

I make my way up to the door to my hospital room, what they're saying gets clearer.

"How intense does it get?"

God he really is clueless isn't he? He can't see what's in front of his face. They're sleeping together. They tried to deny it but that's obviously what's happening.

"The first time it happened? We... had sex."

God damn it.

I push open the door to see the three of them standing there.

"I KNEW IT!"

They turn to me at my words.

Faith makes a pathetic attempt to distract me.

"Dawn, what are you..."

"You kept telling me I was crazy. That it was all in my head and I had nothing to worry about. But I was right. You just admitted it."

My so called sister tries something.

"Dawn..."

"I HEARD you. You're sleeping together."

"DK, we..."

"Don't try to deny it."

"You don't understand Dawnie. It's not what you think."

"So you admit it."

"We didn't have a choice."

Oh, right... of course.

"Well that makes it all okay."

"Yeah, I could've told you that wasn't going to work."

At least the wanna be Angel is good for something.

"I hope you're really happy together."

"We're not... together Dawn. That's... that's not what this is."

"Just let us explain DK."

They don't really think I'm going to fall for that do they?

"Oh, sure. I'm sure you have a whole excuse worked out about how none of this is your fault and how I'm worrying over nothing. I'll just listen to it and go back to being the naive idiot you love me to be."

"Dawn..."

They're just going to keep lying to me. I can't let them do this.

"I won't... I won't let you do it. You're not going to lie to me."

Maybe if I just... need to get out of here.

Nothing happens... I look down at my hands and the blood has mostly dried.

"Damn it..."

"Dawn, what are you doing?"

"I told you this was happening."

"What's happening kid?"

Screw him.

"None of your god damn business."

I dig my nails into my palms.

This has to work.

"Are you... was that blood?"

I can't let them distract me.

I look down at my palms again as my nails don't seem to be breaking my skin.

Damn it... I need something stronger.

I let myself focus on the people in front of me.

"Give me a knife."

"What?"

"Dawn..."

Turning to Faith, I hold out my hand.

"Oh come on, you're a murderer, don't tell me you don't have a knife on you."

She seems uncomfortable at my words.

God...

"Seriously? What the hell kind of murderer doesn't have a weapon on them?"

My sister tries to distract me.

"What do you need a weapon for?"

Fine, I'll just have to find something else.

I look around the hall, seeing a bunch of medical and equipment storage stuff.

That could work.

With my so-called family and friends busy being stunned, I head over to one of the dressers and start pulling out drawers.

Come on...

One of them has what looks like a scalpel in it and I pull it out, making sure it's sharp enough.

This should do the trick.

My annoying liars of onlookers comes over by that point.

"Dawn, what are you doing?"

I turn to them as I raise my hand up, put the scalpel against my palm and slice, opening up my hand with blood coming out.

"I need to get out of here."

Before any of them can react, I feel the world shift around me, the people and walls around me get blurry, making me close my eyes and shake my head. When I open them, I'm somewhere else.

What the hell? Where the heck did I go? Are they?

I turn around, trying to get my bearings. My idiot sister and my lying ex aren't around, and neither is the wanna be Angel.

Am I? It looks like...

I hear footsteps nearby and I see someone walking in the school's colors.

It is... I'm back on campus.

Taking a few more seconds to look around, I see that my dorm room is right in front of me. My eyes turn to my bleeding hand and the fact that I still have a scalpel in my free one. That puts a smile on my face.

"This is going to be fun."