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I wrapped Luke in my arms and buried my face in his warmth. I missed him. I felt regret, guilt, and all negative emotions that washed over me fade away within a snap. He wrapped his arms around me slowly, as if he was scared that if he held me long enough, I would fade away too with my emotions.

Suddenly, he picked me up, bridal style. His arms supporting my legs and my back. I didn't get as much food as I do everyday, so I must have been pretty light. He walked me through the doors and walked through the hallway with me.

The building was empty. Too empty. All of the people I bumped into before were gone and completely disappeared. The building was too quiet. All the sounds were just Luke walking.

He opened the door to my room and walked into the quarantine bubble. He laid me down on the rusty bed and smiled at me.

"I'm sorry for being harsh. I just want you to know that I'll never be mad at you. It was just my past," Luke explained.

Before I could say anything, he made his way to the quarantine bubble door, and waved me off before leaving my room.

I was left alone, again. The clock was ticking loudly. Lily gave me that clock and left me a note saying she switched the batteries while I was gone. At least I wasn't in complete silence.

I leaned back on my bed and relaxed. I closed my eyes shut and thought about Anthony. Anthony is a good guy, but Luke is too. Does Luke even like me like Anthony does? Anthony must be really confused about me running away.

I tucked myself into bed and placed my sheets over my cold, frail body. The whole building was quiet, all you can hear is the ticking. The lights were off too and no nurses passed by and talked. They usually do that at night. I wonder what could of happened. I sighed.

Then, a sharp object pressed onto my neck. I passed out.

..

I woke up with a jolt. My eyes were widened as I look at my surroundings. My body was tied to a wooden chair, a light bulb was hung above me, there was a chair in front of me, and the whole place was dark. I could not see the walls, the only thing illuminated was me.

The door squeaked loudly, making my head move to the sound. A door opened and light shined through it. It revealed a guy wearing a doctor's coat and a surgical mask. He looked like he was age 40 with his few gray hairs and wrinkles.

"Where am I?" I shouted, demanding for an answer.

I would've moved if I could, but I couldn't. These restraints kept holding me down.

The doctor closed the door and walked to the empty chair. He simply sat in it and looked at me straight into my very own eyes. His eyes were gray with brown hair that was fading away to gray. He had wrinkles on his forehead, around his eyes, and some on his cheeks.

His eyes looked dead, but yet psychotic.

"Why am I here?" I yelled, almost screaming at that point.

He chuckled again softly and took off his surgical mask fully, revealing scars all over his face.

"I'm the one that ruined your life."