Chapter 3 GEMMA'S POV

"What are you trying to do? Are you out of mind or are you suicidal?" Someone said just as I was about turning to the other side of the window sill facing the world, 'I rather die while jumping off this building than be killed by my so called family'. I thought to myself as I struggled to free myself from the hands of source of the voice who just held me but I was held even tighter.

I struggled even more but the person was too strong and I started losing breath, my head was spinning and I could not fight anymore -- but the fear of going back to that mad house made me so determined that I kept struggling then I felt myself being lifted and placed on a cold surface, I turned around to meet the source of the voice ready to scream at him to leave me alone but as I turned I was met with a concerned pair of honey brown eyes, the words got stuck in my throat for a while and I tried so hard to stifle the cough that was threatening to spill. I have seen those eyes from a lot of people and some of them just end up stabbing me in the back and leaving me to tend to the wound.

"Leave me alone", I finally managed to say after a while.

"You could have died if you had taken one more step, had I not been here", the man said to me.

He took a moment and ran his hand through his hair and then covered his face like he was really tired and as he did that, I quietly tiptoed backwards inching closer to the window but he grabbed my hand.

"Don't even think about it", he said to me sternly.

He led me back to the room after he was sure I would not protest again, he walked me gently to the bed as if scared that I would break if he moved any faster, I was too weak to argue so I just followed him quietly.

"I have been waiting for you to wake up for the past one week and the first thing you wanted to do was kill yourself?" He questioned with an angry but concerned tone, he was looking directly into my eyes and I had to shut mine as some memories of being forced to look at my body about to be abused and staring into my supposed abuser's eyes came flooding.

"Are you alright, should I go get the doctor?" He asked.

"Nope, I can't do that, I know if I leave this room, you are going to finish what I stopped you from doing" I almost grumbled when he said that. Now with him here I can't run away or better still die and go meet my Nana. I started feeling anxious after thinking that he might be sent by them, 'what if he was sent and he is going to take me back there' I thought to myself.

He is dressed casually in a grey hoodie and black joggers, he looks like he was called immediately the doctor found out I was awake and he quickly rushed here because his hair was messy like he just got out of bed.

I didn't even know what the time was, then another memory was triggered, where I was to always know what the time was or face dire consequences, just then I felt something warm on my hand and I looked at it, the stranger's hand was holding onto mine tightly.

"You are shivering, are you cold?" He asked

"I will get the doctor if you would just stay and not do something stupid like trying to die" he spoke to me pointedly, I didn't want to meet his eyes because he was absolutely right, I will seize every single opportunity to run far away from this place and those people.

After making up his mind to not get the doctor for fear of my suicidal thoughts, he took out his phone and started typing something, immediately my anxiety level shot up 'what if he is texting Josh to come and get me or telling Stacey of my whereabouts?' The heart monitor's frantic beeping and the stranger asking me some questions snapped me from my anxious thoughts.

"Are you alright"? He asked as the monitor slowed its beeping to normal. I nodded my head in a yes to tell him I was fine and also trying to peep into his phone to see who he was texting.

"I just called the doctor since I could not go outside to get him and he is on his way." He said after making sure I was actually fine. I sighed in relief as he said that as if he read what was on my mind. 'But wait what if the doctor was one of them, who will drug me and take me back there?' I thought again.

The door opened and in came a tall man wearing a laboratory coat and I immediately knew it was the doctor, I scrutinized him to find if anything was suspicious but he looked genuine but still 'do not judge a book by its cover', I said to myself.

"How are you feeling now Ms? This big guy here told me you were having some sort of panic attack which I am sure is not true at all seeing that I am the one with the stethoscope" the doctor said smirking at the stranger who was my supposed guardian.

The stranger rolled his eyes at him and scowled at him like he was some naughty child and I immediately knew they were friends.

'Oh No, they are friends, they could just make a sign telling themselves to take me back to that mad house, I have to be alert at all times and not allow them to inject anything into my body, if they haven't done so already when I was unconscious I thought to myself.

"Say what now? Inject what into you? Mad house? What does that mean?"