"The hospital did the bloodwork. They found almost no trace of her medication, but they did find a dangerous mix of different prescription drugs in her system. Mostly different stimulants. They don't even know how she was still standing. When they opened her med bottles, the doctor said the pills inside were not what he prescribed. She's been lying to everyone about taking her meds. She's not any better." My dad informed the concerned group huddled in my room.

My parents, Cameron, and Jax were standing near the door, trying not to disturb me. They didn't realize I could hear them. I could hear everything. If a fly was buzzing two rooms down, I would have known.

I sat on the floor and rocked in the corner of the small room. They let me out of the restraints after a few hours when I started to calm down. My parents were standing in the other corner talking to Cam and Jax like I wasn't even here. I grabbed my hair and wanted to scratch at the walls.

I had been taking my medication like a good girl. I hadn't even slipped up once. They didn't really want to get me better. They wanted me to go away because I was a burden. They were doing this to me. Everyone was against me.

Liars. Liars. Liars. They were all fucking liars.

When I got to the hospital, they sedated me to stitch the cuts on my hands and feet. Cam whispered to my parents, telling them he had to get quite a few stitches in his back too. He still had small blood spots on the back of his t-shirt.

"Do you know if anything set her off?" My mom asked Cam.

"I don't know. We were in bed for the night and when I woke up, she was like this. I asked her earlier if she was feeling alright. She was starting to act a little strange, but in a weird way. I didn't think much of it because she was still taking her pills. At least I thought she was." Cameron sounded so defeated.

There was a string from the gauze on my hand covering my stitches. I started picking at the edge of it. I wanted to unravel it so it would go away. It was toying with me. It would start and stop, start and stop, and then laugh at me when I couldn't get it to go again.

"Stop laughing at me!" I screamed at it.

Cam and my parents looked over at me. Not one of them even offered to come to help me with my problems. The only person who walked over to me was Jax. My little brother sat down on the floor next to me and grabbed my hand.

"Is something wrong, Jessa?" He asked when he saw me digging at the bandage.

"It won't come off, Jax. Please help me." I looked into his icy blue eyes and held my other hand up to his face to show him. Tears were falling down my cheeks.

Please somebody help me.

His eyes were red and watery too, as he took both of my hands and placed them in his lap. He held his man-sized hands over mine to keep them still.

"Here, I'll hold your hands and then they can't bother you anymore." He said softly.

"What's going to happen to her?" Cam asked my parents as he watched Jax holding my hands. My poor Cami sounded terrible. I wanted to go to him to take his pain away. Maybe Jax could hold Cameron's hand like he was holding mine to make him feel better.

"I'm not sure what will happen. She has been denying everything. She always does when it gets bad. I can't believe we are going through this again. She seemed so much better this time. This feels so much worse than last time. How could it possibly get any worse? It is like she is purposefully trying to see how far she can go." My mom burst out into tears at the end. She couldn't fight it back any longer.

"I'm sorry, Momma, I don't want to be bad anymore. Please don't cry. Be happy." I whispered.

"I'll be fine, Sweet Pea, don't worry about me. You just worry about getting yourself better." She said sweetly.

"Ok, Momma. I promise I will be better again tomorrow and then you can be happy. I can go home with you and be happy too."

"I don't get it. That right there doesn't sound like her giving up. She's usually vicious when she is like this. Jessa should be running down the halls by now, not curled up in a ball apologizing. She doesn't act like a scared little girl. Something feels wrong. Don't you feel it? This is different this time." Cameron cut in.

"Cameron, honey, I know you want to believe she didn't do anything wrong, but you have been through this with her before. You know how she can twist things in her head." My mom tried to comfort him.

"No, this has nothing to do with me wanting anything. None of this is adding up." Cameron was losing it.

"Cam, I'm sorry, but you have to face the facts. Jessa is not going to ever get past this. This is her reality. She will always be like this. Her condition isn't something she will grow out of. It is a part of who she is. I want you to think about what that means for you too. I'm really sorry I can't make this easier for either one of you. I know how much you care for her, but you don't deserve to have to go through this either. It might be time for us all to finally admit that she will never be normal." My dad walked over and patted his shoulder in a fatherly way.

Cam shoved his arm off of him and pushed him back angrily. My mom stepped between them, but it wasn't enough. Cameron was ready to fight. He was still fighting for me.

Jax jumped away from me to try to help hold Cameron back so he didn't hit my dad. My dad was eerily calm as he looked sympathetically at Cameron's rage-filled face.

"Are you asking me to let her go? That will never happen. I'm sorry if you are ready to give up on your daughter, but I never will. Do you understand me? I don't care if I spend my whole life standing here doing everything I can to find a way to get her better. I love Jess and I will take down anything or anyone who tries to come between us, even if it is you." Cameron was screaming in my Dad's face while Jax grabbed his arms from behind.

"Cameron, we are on the same side." My dad defended.

"Well, then fucking start acting like it," Cameron growled.

"Cami, I'm scared," I called to him. I was shaking in the corner. The raised voices were everywhere and I couldn't get away from them. Why was everyone yelling at me?

He was at my side and pulled me to stand next to him. Cameron held me tightly and apologized for raising his voice. He walked us both over to my family and held me against his chest while they all continued talking about what they were going to do with me. My parents mentioned sending me back to the center or looking for a long term care program, but Cam wasn't having any of it.

"She's different." Cam kept repeating over and over as he held my head against his chest. His words kept sticking to my brain, cutting through the dark fog.

Something about his words clicked in my head.

He was right. I was different. It wasn't me ruining my life. I wasn't the one who did this. Why didn't I see it before? I knew what was going on. I was smarter than this. Someone had been playing me. It all made sense now. Everything became so clear.

"He did this to me." I accused.

"Who are you talking about, sweet pea?" My dad asked gently.

"The fucker who broke into our house. He switched my meds. It had to be him. He planted the bottles in my room. He is stalking me. I was really taking them this time. I'm better. I promise that I am better." I nuzzled deeper into Cam.

"Darling, the other officers who arrived on the scene said there was no one in the house when they got there. There was no sign of a break-in. Are you sure you aren't confused?" Cam ran his hand up and down my back to soothe me.

"Someone was there. Why won't anyone believe me?"

"Jessa, we can't move forward to try to get you back on track if you don't own up to taking the pills." My dad was trying to force me into an admission that I was never going to give him.

"Oh my god. It was Nate!" I jumped back, grabbed Cameron's shirt, and pulled it tight against his body. "Cami, it has to be him. That is why I woke up outside his studio with no pants on the other morning. He is mad at me for what happened and he wants to hurt me again. He is doing this to me."

Cam placed his hands on my shoulders and rubbed them gently.

"It can't be Nathan." He said softly.

"It has to be. He came back for me."

"No, Jess, it isn't."

"How do you know?"

"Nathan is in jail," Cameron said softly.

"Wait, what?" I asked, confused. How could he be stalking me from a jail cell?

"Jessa, I didn't want to tell you this, but he came to town a few months ago and started asking around about you. A few days later, he got caught with drugs on him while soliciting a minor. He's going to be locked up for a while." Cameron informed me.

"Well, then maybe it was the guy from the interview who tried to do things to me. Maybe he is coming after me because I wouldn't let him. Maybe he's afraid I am going to tell his wife he tried to touch me." If it wasn't Nate, then it had to be him. Someone wanted to hurt me.

"What guy?" Cameron asked as his body went rigid.

"His name is Celian Meyers. He ripped my shirt open and put his fingers between my legs. He told me he was going to take what he wanted from me."

"Who is she even talking about?" My mom asked.

"I don't know," Cameron said, looking into my eyes. "But I am going to find out."