As we ran down the hall, I got a glance at a clock that hung on the wall above a table with a pot of flowers and papers.

It was about midnight. She lead me to a medicine cabinet. She scurried through the bottles of half way filled, full, and empty, bottles of medications. She took two out and opened them quickly. "Wh-what are you doing?" I asked scarcely. She then basically dumped the two bottles of medications into the palm of her hand. She glanced up at me and back at the medications in her hand. She breathed heavily and smirked, "You're crazy". She then grabbed the back of my head, and shoved the pills into my mouth. I shoved her away pushing her to the ground, but she had already shoved a good amount of the pills into my throat. I started to choke feeling a hot pressure in my chest and neck. I fell to my knees. I started to repeatedly punch myself in the stomach. Everything stopped. I then puked up a puddle of blood. She quickly got up. I clenched my stomach still vomiting up blood. The young lady ran out a door. Doctors and nurses began crowding around me, picking me up to a room. I was starting to go unconscious. A woman looked down at me and said "No no! Stay with us here Elise. C'mon! We're going to need you to stay awake for us here." I tried to stay awake. But my body refused and I fell deep asleep. I heard him. He said, "It was her. I should've known."