I helped her drink the drug I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t tell her what I was about to do she would never allow it.

I used my metronome and set the pace ‘tick took tick took’

Then I started.

It didn’t take long she was under and I was guiding her where I wanted her to go.

"Where are you?" I ask calmly. Even though her face twitches she answer slowly

"I’m back there… NO I have to get out!" oh god what have been done to you? I’m so sorry sweetie. So very sorry… she whimpers as her eyes shut tighter and the tears that were trapped underneath are released and starts dropping from them. I decide to push her more 

"What are you so afraid of?"  I ask holding her hand tightly "it’s him he’s after me!!" she cries.

"Who is he? What did he do to you?" please tell me please I what to help you I plead with my eyes but she can’t see them.

"NNNOOOOOOO" she screams and fights back to consciousness it surprised me. Usually it takes hours for the effect of this drug to wear off  but she was strong in her resolve not to share her story…

I hold her as she tries to open her eyes only to find the sun waiting for her when she finally does, and close them again.

30 minutes latter…

I know what was going on by now… these seizures. It was flashbacks… I had to do something to distract her from it. I tried screaming for her to come back and for a second I thought she heard me because she responded; "I’m sorry" it was so quiet I nearly missed it in all the fuss, but she wasn’t talking to me… it broke my heart… I snapped out of it and started preparing what I needed. It had to be severe; otherwise it will have no effect on her, so I run to the fridge and brought a bag of ice, went to the bathroom and filled the tub with some water then the ice I run back. She was in agony whimpering on the bed ‘oh that poor girl’ I lifted her up and toke her to the bathroom she was surprisingly weightless or maybe in all the drama I didn’t noticed her weight.