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It’s almost 1 o’clock and Jason still isn’t here. And they say women are always fashionably late. I chuckle to myself a little while getting of my bed. I walk over to the mirror placed in my room. Most of the girls that stay here request to have the mirror removed. Girls these days are so about their looks, it’s kind of sad. I was never one to care about my looks though. I always thought I was remotely pretty, but not drop dead gorgeous. I have a medium body, not too big but not all skin and bone either. I just have curves, that’s what my dad always says to me. I have choppy, short brown hair, I cut it right before I got here. I’m about five feet seven inches in height, which is tall for the average girl. The feature that catches most people’s eyes I believe, are well my eyes. My left eye is a light blue, almost crystal like and my right eye a greenish color. They both change color depending on my mood.

A knock at the door breaks my thoughts, “Ailia, it’s time to go to the group meeting.” Jason says at the door.

“Alright.” I call back. Tears are still running down my face, I wipe them off and go to the door. “Let’s go.” I say, my eyes to the floor.

Jason takes me to the door with a sign stating “Group Meetings”. I can see some people through the window already sitting down, but no one really seems to be talking. This will be difficult to do. They’ll ask all sorts of personal questions...ugh. How I hate group meetings.

I still haven’t gone into the room, so Jason stares down at me. “Well, you can go in at any time now.” I says with a little annoyance in his voice.

Geez, must have something important to do, “Oh, sorry.” I turn the door knob and walk into the room. I close the door and turn around. Everyone’s eyes are on me, judging me. “Um...hi.” I say, giving them all a little wave. I find the only seat left and sit down, before I say anything.

I can hear shuffling of feet in a back room. That must be the group counselor back there. There are six others sitting down, we’re all in a circle. Two circles sitting right across from me are two girls whispering closely together, taking peeks at me every so often, and giggling. They are both scrawny, blonde haired, deep brown eyed girls and are about 15 of age. They seem so weak though, just by how they look. Must be victims of abuse or maybe they’re bulimic.

To the right of him is a girl that’s staring at me with her crystal blue eyes. I match her gaze and sit there, hands in my lap. After a few minutes, she breaks her gaze and looks to her left, giving me a minute to look her over. She has long straight black hair and is a little on the bigger side. She looks around five feet four inches tall and around the age of 16. She’s beautiful to me, but I suppose beauty is in the eye of the beholder. She looks normal at first glance, must be something wrong mentally.

Sitting to my right is the guy I saw earlier this morning, Devin James. He and the girl seem to be whispering about something. They both have the same eyes and seem to have about the same facial structure. Must be brother and sister then, you don’t see that a lot in hospitals. Most families don’t want to be together after something that bad happens so that they have to be hospitalized. That explains why she was staring at me. She was probably making sure I wasn’t horribly too insane for her brother.

I cross my legs in the chair, hum a song quietly, and look down as I twiddle my thumbs. If I have to wait this long in here, I can at least be somewhat comfortable. A few minutes go by and the counselor is still back there, I can hear her singing to a song. I let out a sigh and look up to see what time it is on the clock. But I stop right as my head gets barely lifted up because everyone is staring at me again.

I’m getting a little peeved at this point, so I simple state, “I’m still not going to do something amazing. So staring at me isn’t gonna do shit but make your eyes dry.”

“Are you the girl who sleep walked last night?” One of the two blonde girls asks.

“Sure.” I say, my face expressionless.

“Why were you screaming? You woke everyone up.” The other blonde girl asks.

“She had a nightmare, that’s obvious.” Devin replies.

“What was it about?” One of the blonde asks.

“It was about bad memories of this place.” I reply simply.

Everyone goes still and silent. I guess they thought I was a first timer here. Shows you shouldn’t judge people at first glance.

“What, you all thought it was my first time at this place?” I ask, already knowing the answer, “I probably know a lot more about this place than most people who work here do.”

“Why’s that?” The girl who was staring at me says.

“Because I was here from age five until I was seven years old.” I answer, “She was my only family, so she said and she was a patient here.”

“What was her name?” The girl with crystal blue eyes wonders.

“Kathryn Drake.” As I said the name, everyone gasped and stared blankly at me. I raise an eyebrow in confusion, what’s their problem.

“You’re probably wondering why we’re shocked.” she states, “There’s a rumor that she was murdered here by Dr. Rowley and the hospital covered it up so she could keep her job.”

Everyone looks for a change in express, but how am I suppose to give one? I already know all this. “Am I supposed to be surprised by this?”

“Then did she really commit suicide?” She asks.

“Of course not.” I reply with a sneer.

“Then did Dr. Rowley kill her?”

“No, Dr. Rowley couldn’t have killed her.” They all let out a sigh of frustration; they want to know what really happened, “she couldn’t have, because I saw a man kill my mother, not a woman.”

Everything goes dead silent and they just stare at me. They’re stunned at what I know, but this means that they’ll want more answers. Ugh...

A tall, staky man walks in. He has brown hair and green eyes and seems to be around his later 20’s or early 30’s. He’s looking at some files and notes in his hands. He starts talking, still looking down, “Many of you know might know me, but for you knew patients. My name is Dr. Dee, you may call me that or Mr. Dee, whichever one suits you. Welcome to...” He looks up at all of the patients staring at me, “Okay, what’s up with you guys?”

The guy sitting to my left is the only one who didn’t stare at me. He looks at Dr. Dee and says, “It seems the daughter of our most persistent topic here has finally graced us with her presence.” He sticks his thumb toward my direction.

“Really, what’s her name?” The doctor asks.

“Ailia Drake.” He says, turning in my direction and giving me a little smile.

I finally see his face and I can’t believe my eyes. I thought he committed suicide...I thought for sure that the gun shot had killed him. My dad told me he died, that he shot himself in the head and bled to death. He can’t be still alive after that... “Jake!?” I exclaim, surprised that I got his name out after all this time.