"Mum? Dad?" I ask in disbelief. I feel her wrap her arms around me and tears stream down my face immediately. "What are you doing here?" I ask with a shaking voice. "Ms. Weaver called us and told us about you... We came right away. We are so so sorry for treating you the way we did," she says and holds me while I cry into her shoulder.

"I am so sorry mum. I should have listened to you!" I say and cry even harder. "We shouldn't have not talked to you," my dad says and wraps his arms around us. "We should have been by your side and none of this would have happened," he says and I can tell he is about to cry.

"Don't think about what could have happened. It happened okay. My life is messed up and I am worthless. Why do you even care?" I say and back away. My usual security guard comes back to the surfice and I begin to shake.

"Amanda... Calm down. Think about your heart," Ms. Weaver, as I now know, says and I shoot around to her. "Don't you dare telling me what to do!" I yell and she looks at me surprised. She slowly walks towards me and says, "Tell me what you feel right now."

"Don't you get it? I don't want to talk with anybody about what happened and about Simon and about everything! I just want to be left alone! I don't want to be treated as if I am insane or a child I just want to be by myself and not talk!" I yell and before I can act she wraps her arms around me and pulls me onto the ground with her.

I feel a needle enter my skin and hear my mum yelp. "Amanda this will make you sleep for a while. Don't panic..." she says and I feel my eyes shut slowly. "No... Please... I don't want to sleep... I don't want to dream again," I say and then everything goes black.

...

I wake up and look at the ceiling. I try to move but can't. I am chained to the bed with leather strings. "I see you are awake..." Ms. Weaver says and I look at her with tears in my eyes. "Why am I chained to the bed?" I ask her and she looks to the ground.

"After your little... Breakdown in the garden my boss thought it'd be best to keep you... safe. I don't agree with that at all but he is my boss. I quote 'Break her, heal her and then get rid of her.' I can assure I won't break you but you need to cooperate for me to help you. So please talk to me," she says and I throw my head back into the pillow.

"What caused your breakdown? Was it fear?" she asks and tears stream down my face. "No. I just didn't want my parents to treat me like you do and I didn't want them to think of me as a slut. The pitty in my father's voice was just too much," I say and she writes down some stuff.

"How do I treat you?" she asks and I huff. "I mean exactly that... You ask these dumb questions. I can't stand questions," I say and she looks at me confused. "Why don't you like questions?" she asks and I just shake my head.

"It reminds me of all the times I was asked if I am fine and I should have said no but ended up saying yes," I say in a high pitched voice. "Do you regret saying yes?" She asks and I nod my head. "Yes, I do. Every goddamn day," I say.

"Do you think you are worthless?" She asks and I nod my head. "Why?" she asks and I laugh. "You still have to ask that? Look at me. I am insane. I am a slut and most importantly I am slowly dying," I say and she shakes her head.

"You aren't insane. I don't believe that... You are just hurt and you need to let somebody in. I know it's hard to tell me all those terrible things that happened to you but in order to get better you need to tell me everything that happened," she says and I shake my head.

7 months later

"So Amanda... You have been making great progress," Ms. Weaver, whose name is Vanessa, says. "Really?" I ask happy. "Yeah... and I think it's time for my little bird to spread its wings and return into freedome," she says and smiles at me widely.

My smile fades. I am not ready for that... "Can't I stay for a few more months? Until I am ready..." I say and she shakes her head, laughing. "Sweetheart you have spent over a year in here. It's time for you to get out of here. I will continue helping you through this and you'll have to come once a week to my office but other than that I'll give you into good hands. Simon is here to pick you up," she says and my heart begins to pound in my chest.

Simon? I am not ready to face him yet... I haven't seen him in a year and the last time I saw him, I yelled at him. "Please Vanessa.... Just two more months..." I say and she stands up and walks over to me. She sits down next to me and hugs me.

"No, Amanda. I won't keep you here longer than necessary. You are well and I don't see a reason to keep you here..." she says and I sigh. "Your things are packed and Simon is in the hallway. I give you the chance to say goodbye to Spencer but then you need to get out there and life your life to the fullest," she says and I nod.

"Thank you... Thank you for everything," I say and walk out of her office and back to my room.

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So let Simanda begin