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The blue eyes, of the boy named Luke stare down at him as he offers his hand to help me sit up. I grab his warm, soft hand it to my small hands and prop myself up.

"Your hands are cold." He speaks.

To match my heart. I add silently.

He walks me back down the same boring, gray hallway and we step in front of my cell. Its just as dreadful as the halls, one small window to provide all the rooms light and a stiff looking bed in the corner.

"Well Doctor Grant says we can finish up tomorrow."

"What? To determine if I really am crazy, and need to be locked up in here for real? Wow I'm really looking forward to it."

"No Miss Winter, we are here to hel-"

"MY NAME IS GRACE." I turn back yelling at him.

Luke steps back as two large men run over to me, grabbing both of my hands. I scream as I feel an injection of a needle into my right arm, as I begin to feel weak. I look up at Luke as he stares down at me, his eyes full of tears.

"I'm so sorry Grace, that was my fault." He whispers,

I fall to the floor, as my eyes close I hope for good, but I know they will open again.

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