Her lifeless body felt movement once more. Mia hadn't had the flashbacks for a while now. Her medication had done its job. It made her forget about the tragic event that had fallen upon her almost a year ago. For the first three months She had refused to take it. She didn't want to forget what had happened to her. She didn't want to forget the ones she had once loved so dearly. The scent of ash and smoke haunted her. She had always dreamt about the incident. Mia felt like She was to blame, like she could have done something. Anything...

There was nothing she could have done.

Fate had made its choice.

As her eyes flickered open, she could her muffled voices coming from the kitchen. Mia looked around. She was still at home. A breath of comfort left her lips. But who was in her kitchen and why were they talking in hushed tones. She couldn't make out a single word they were saying. Raising herself into a sitting formation on the sofa, she removed the blanket that was covering her and lifted to her feet. If she was going to find out who is here and who is talking then she knew she needed to be silent like the night, she crept slowly towards the kitchen door which had been left ajar.

As she lent her back against the wall to the left of the door the voices became clearer.

"She's not stable, she can't stay here on her own anymore" a deep voice spoke.

 It was a voice that was not to be recognised. It was a male voice. He spoke slowly; his tone was serious. Mia could tell instantly that he was not here for a friendly chat, he came with strong intentions. But what were they?

"I care for her! She's my patient! I check in on her every week to ensure that she is okay. You have no validation for taking her away" another voice spoke.

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Realisation hit her. Doctor Martin, he had cared for her shortly after the accident. She could only remember the first few months. After that, everything is a blur. The days merged into weeks, and those weeks into months, it all became one. Forming the present, forming this very moment she was in right now.

Mia shuffled closer to the door, he foot tapping the potted plant in front of her gently.

"What was that" the mysterious voice asked cutting off Dr Martin mid-sentence.

The voice got closer and closer to the door. For Alice, everything felt like it was moving in slow motion.

"Peter, please you don't need to do this, she's getting better I swear" Dr Martin spoke out suddenly.

"we'll see about that now wont we" Peter replied taking another step towards the door.

Peter grabbed the door handle and flung the door wide, Mia held her breath praying he wouldn't step out of the kitchen. Peter exited the kitchen and stopped right in front of the door, closely followed by Dr Martin. Peter looked to his left into the shadows before swinging his head to the right. His eyes met with Mia's. She froze.

"It's not polite to eavesdrop you know" Peter spoke slowly, his eyes locked on her.

"I'm sorry" she replied her eyes dropping to her feet.

Peter grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the kitchen. His grip was tight and the force he used was aggressive. His eyes pierced her mind. It went blank. She lost all focus; her concentration had gone. Why was she listening into the kitchen? she couldn't recall.

Dr Martin pulled up a stool and pressed her shoulders down so that Mia would sit.

"Peter is just here to help Mia. You have no reason to be afraid" Dr Martin spoke out, calmly as if he was talking to a wounded child.

"Now now, there's no need to lie to the girl is there" Peter spoke back to Dr Martin raising an eyebrow as he spoke.

"I suppose you're right" Dr Martin replied shamefully.

"Now Mia, If we can't prove that you're okay and you haven't yet drifted from this world then I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you away. Do you understand?" Peter was crouched in front of Mia as he spoke, his eyes locked on hers intent on showing that he was serious.

Mia looked over to Dr Martin for reassurance, but he turned his head away in disgrace. He couldn't bare to look at her. The thought of her being taken was too much.

Mia looked back over to Peter.

"I Understand" she whispered softly.