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It took months for me to get better. Eventually, I was transferred to the psychiatric wing where they forced me to take medication and wouldn't let me lie down during the day. I didn't fight anyone. I walked around when they told me to, I went to the bathroom when I was told, I ate and drank when I was told, I answered the questions my therapist asked me. They were able to remove the feeding tube and IV drip when they decided I no longer needed them. My sister was discharged from the hospital and placed with a foster family. A social worker would come with her every day to visit me and see how I was doing. I guess I had to go to a foster family too. The social worker, Alice, told me that when I got better, they could place us together. So I slowly got better. I got discharged from the psychiatric wing six months after that night and was able able to be with my sister. I had to speak to the police about the night it happened and they informed me that they were going to give us new last names for our protection because they haven't caught whoever attacked my family. I didn't have it in me to argue so I simply nodded. They also informed me that they were relocating us to New Jersey. I stopped listening at some point and just nodded my head. They took my sister from the family she was with in order to keep us together because we had to move so far away. So they took us, and placed us with a woman named Janette, living in a small, two bedroom house. I could fit the whole building into my old house five times over. But it was cozy, and I didn't mind sharing a room. Janette seemed like an okay person. She bought us new clothes, baked cookies, drove me to therapy, she didn't try to talk to me which I appreciated. She let me take care of my sisters need's, which I also appreciated. Taking care of and playing with the baby made me feel like I had purpose. Two months into adjusting, it started to feel like a new normal. I started public school which I wasn't used to. My mom home schooled me, but I thought maybe this was a good chance to distract myself by making new friends and learning from real teachers. That didn't go over well. The teachers liked me. Said I was bright and capable, but the other students didn't like having a new kid. I got ignored a lot. They didn't even bother making fun of me, they just pretended I didn't exist. Which I also didn't mind. I was kind of grateful to be left alone. I realized I wanted to talk to them as much as they wanted to talk to me. Soon, the librarian and I became good friends. I spent most of my free time in the library where I loved to bury myself in books, just like I did when I didn't want to talk to my family. I would hide in my room and just read stories for as long as I could before I was bothered by someone. For a moment, things seemed like they might be less horrible. That I might actually get through this. Then, one weekend morning, Janette said she wanted to take me shopping. I assumed she meant she wanted help shopping for herself or needed someone to carry groceries, but once we got to the mall, she started taking me into stores that were meant for teenagers, and drowning me in clothing. She had me try so many things on, complimenting my thin body, telling me I had an an amazing figure, and that I could be a model. I liked that. I liked her complimenting me, and she made me feel good about myself. She bought me so many new outfits, then she took me to a makeup counter and bought a countless number of products for me, then to a hair salon where I got my long hair styled into a very flattering shoulder length do, that showed off my facial features and my neck. It didn't stop there. She bought me a brand new laptop, cellphone, tv for my room. Things my parents never let me have because they were very strict about what I wore and they never wanted me to watch inappropriate things online or inappropriate shows on television. But Janette was opening it all up to me. Telling me that I'd have private access to the internet, and I could look up whatever I wanted. But I wasn't allowed to talk to random people on the internet. That was her one strict rule. Which I found fair. When we got home, she let me spend the rest of the day on my devices. I got to learn how they all worked. What channels I could watch, what websites were out there, and how to use my phone. It was a great day. And there was no way, I ever could have known what she had planned to do to me in the weekend that followed