My heart began beating out of my chest, I rolled my fist up into a ball to control the anger that welled up inside of me. Everyone in the rooms face showed a look of utter disbelief. The doctor shook his head a few times trying to conjure up how to respond to my comment. Nervously tapping her foot on the floor, the nurse began to bite on her painted blue nails. Stepping back away from me, as if it were slow motion, the woman covered her mouth with her hand. Tears began to well up in her eyes as no words could escape from her quivering lips.

Finally, the doctor cleared his throat and said, "I don't understand Abigail, this isn't your kidnapper. This is your mother."

I shook my head vigorously side to side as a booming voice clouded my memory. My whole body seemed to quake, as the thought echoed inside of me saying, "I knew this day would come. He told me this day would come." However, I didn't think I'd be sitting here facing the woman who thought that she was my mother.

"What have they done to her?" the woman screamed.

The doctor moved the woman's shoulder tugging her away from me as she tried to fight him back. Her nimble fingers rattled in front of her mouth as the sense of pure shock began to overcome her whole complexion.

"Let go of me!" she screamed, "That's my daughter. Let go of me!"

"Ma'am, we need to speak her in quiet without any distractions. We didn't expect for her to react like this. She will be released to you once we are done here," the doctor explained pulling the woman out of the room.

They stepped back into the hallway as I heard her heavy breathing envelop into my ears.

"She doesn't even want to come home. Look at her, I see the disgust in her eyes. What happened to her in there? Someone tell me," she demanded as her voice echoed the hospital hall.

My eyes glanced back over to the elementary school across the parking lot and I smirked. The door shut and I swung my head over to see the doctor leaning up against the wall staring at me. I knew what was coming next. Either, I could fake the whole thing and pretend that I knew this woman or I could be even more of a nuisance and just tell the truth.

"Are you going to tell me what just went on right there?" the doctor questioned.

I nonchalantly rolled my eyes, "I think the whole thing spoke for itself, don't you?"

I mean was the doctor that dumb? Why weren't they handcuffing my kidnapper instead of just piloting escorting her out my room?

"Now is not the time to be smart young lady," the doctor said as he stepped closer to me trying to assert his dominance over me, "what happened?"

"I don't know. It just hit me and I couldn't control it, I don't know what went on, okay?" I said as I began to cry.

The tears came out more than I expected as I internally began to laugh. If only the doctor knew how good I was faking it right now, I would be on the fast track to winning an Oscar.

The doctor sighed and squatted in front of me, "We are going to do everything in our power to help you, but you have to work with us. Okay?"

I nodded as I pouted out my lip a little bit more to add some pizzazz.

"Did you take your medicine?" he asked.

My brain shouted no.

"Why would you even question that? Do you not think that I am trustworthy?" I remarked.

Good one. I didn't know how witty I was with these comebacks but they just came naturally to me. It was as if someone else was speaking for me and I could just sit back and enjoy the show with some popcorn.

The doctor stood back up and tapped his fingers on his thigh saying, "It's protocol ma'am. You need to take your medicine."

I could not believe that he was babying me right now. So what if I didn't take it? It's not that I even needed it anyway. I was a perfectly fine human being who just happened to have a traumatic event happen in her life. Can't people realize that what I was was normal compared to them. Everyone had struggles that they went through, what made mine different?

"Nothing is wrong with me, I don't understand why I need to take it?" I questioned.

"We ran some tests on you since you have been here and we believe that you may have been psychologically abused, your brain scans came back interesting and so we believe that with this medication, you can be cured and remember what happened. So please, take your medicine. It will take some time to remember everything but that woman standing outside of this door is your mother not your kidnapper. She deeply loves and cares for you and I know it can be hard to embrace it but just give it some time," the doctor said.

Love. I never knew what it felt like to be loved. The only person that had cared about me for the past 10 years was myself. I was the only one that I could rely on, not a "mother", or even a doctor but just me. I just couldn't imagine someone else loving me, I mean look at me. Apparently, I'm utterly broken at the moment according to everyone else in this hospital. How could someone love me after everything I had been through when some days I didn't even know how to love myself?

He pulled a number out of his pocket and said, "If you ever don't feel safe, just call this number right here and someone will come pick you up. But, you have to work with us. There will be a therapist that will come to your house each week to talk with you. It's for your best and she will help you along with your recovery...."

"Recovery?" I butted in, "I'm not sick."

Why did everyone believe that just because I was kidnapped that they entitled me to being deemed as "sick." For crying out loud, of course being kidnapped is going to have emotional and mental trauma on me. But how dare he call me "sick" when that was the least of my troubles. Is anyone in this hospital even remotely scared at the fact that I don't even know what my true "home" is? That I don't even know where I belong?

"I know this can be difficult," the doctor said, "but just trust us. We have the best team here to help you out. I will let this sink in and be back in an hour and then you can leave with your mother."

I shuddered at the word "mother" and watched as he turned his back to me and walked out of the door without another word.

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AHHH I AM SO SORRY! It's been almost over a month since my first chapter and I am extremely sorry for just now updating! I was wanting to write a chapter a week but then life happened lol. Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy Chapter 2 that I just wrote today. If you see any mistakes grammatically or have any input don't be afraid to give me constructive criticism! Anyway, THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the love on the first chapter! I am so excited about how this book is going to go :)

So, What do you guys think about Abigail thinking that her kidnapper is her mother? What do you guys believe is going to happen?