I woke up for the 3rd time in the hospital bed. My arms and feet are strapped down. I look around the room confused when I see my mother. “Alessa,” she says with a sad tone in her voice. I don’t remember much the first two times other than waking up. I look down at my hands “They did it for your own safety.” She starts to pat my hand. “You woke up before and tried fighting the nurses. They had to put you to sleep.” I begin to cry, which causes her to cry. I remember all of it. Liam betraying me, Liam's death. Sarah lying dead on my bedroom floor. It makes me cry harder. Their death is because of me. Even if Sarah and Liam set it in motion all those years ago. I don’t say anything for what feels like hours. The Doctors came in and checked on me and gave the nurse permission to undo the bed restraints. The medicine they gave me, makes the pain in my knee nonexistent, but the numbness my body feels is still there. “How long have I been here?” I finally ask my mother once we are alone again. She looks at the floor again “A week.” I shake my head. “Have they found Micheal yet?” Her silence gives me all the answers I need. I turn my head to the side facing away, closing my eyes to sleep again. Wish I was dead, because being alive still means that my nightmare is not over.