Slaughterhouse.

I finally gained consciousness. I thought I had only slept for a few hours until I overheard their conversations, the familiar voices, though I couldn't pinpoint at that moment whose voices they were. But it was certainly the Dragons.

Maybe it was because I didn't feel so good. Grief had made me lose my magic touch of detecting voices and who they belonged to. I was very good at this before.

The Dragons were having a meeting about me right there in my hospital room.

They thought that I was still unconscious, so I kept up the pretense.

"She's been unconscious for over three days now. She's been nothing but a burden to us ever since she joined this family. I say we just send her to a psychiatric hospital. They would know what to do with her, but we have only one hour to do that."

That was definitely a woman's voice.

Could it be my mother-in-law? No way, she's not like that, and besides, she sees me as a real daughter.

"No way. She's better off safe here with us," a man's voice interrupted the woman's voice. He asked for the others to cast their vote.

Some minutes later, I heard the same man say, "Why have you all decided to send a perfectly sane woman to the psychiatric hospital? You will all pay for this, all of you." He hit his fist on the chair, and then I heard his footsteps as he left the room angrily and then he banged the door behind him.

The room remained dead silent. Nobody said anything. They all began to leave one after another until I was all alone.

Finally, I opened my eyes. What in the world did I just hear? I needed to get out of here before they came to take me to the psychiatric hospital.

They were already planning on how to get rid of me while I was still alive.

I quickly picked up my phone and called the only person I knew who could help me at the moment, my friend Lisa. I briefly narrated the whole thing to her.

And told her that she had less than an hour to get me out of there before these people came to take me away.

She told me to stop crying and that she would be right there with me in a few minutes.

Twenty minutes later, I saw Lisa sneaking into the room like a thief.

I broke down in tears the minute I saw her, but she shushed me and said this was not the time for crying.

She had something in her hands. She tossed it to me. It was a doctor's coat.

She also had one with her. She quickly asked me to put it on. After we both wore the coat, she told me to pretend that I was a doctor and that I shouldn't act nervous the minute we left the room.

I took her advice, and we both came out from the room and walked all the way outside the hospital building to where she had parked her car.

I breathed in fresh air the minute her car started to move.

I really didn't know how to thank Lisa. She already knew how grateful and indebted I was right now towards her.

She told me that she would take me to her hideout where no one would find me, and it was going to take a while before we got there, so I better take a nap.

I didn't know Lisa had a secret hideout.

I gently rubbed her shoulder and thanked her.

"I will sleep for only a few minutes because I still feel a bit tired," I said to her.

She smiled and said nothing, and then I closed my eyes and slept off. When I opened my eyes, I saw the car screeching to a halt inside a compound.

I yawned and tried to clean off the remaining sleep from my eyes.

Lisa brought out her phone and started calling someone.

"She's here now," she said, and then she hung up the phone immediately.

"Who were you talking to?" I inquired, but she ignored my question.

And in that moment, I noticed the big building right inside the compound. And then I saw the writing on the building: Clinton's Psychiatric Hospital, boldly written there.

It was all like a dream to me. Did my best friend just betray me?

"Why did you do it? Why did you bring me here?" The tears began to flow even when I didn't want to cry. "How much were you paid to betray your best friend? Say something, will you?" I grabbed her cloth, but she flung my hand away.

Before I knew it, the hospital door opened. And then I saw about two women and a young man, all dressed like nurses, all rushing towards us. I was scared for my life.

"Please, Lisa, I beg you, do not let them take me away, please. Please, Lisa, I beg you." She remained stone deaf.

The door of the car opened, and I was immediately dragged out of it.

I screamed and begged Lisa not to let them take me away.

"Please, Lisa, I beg you, in the name of my son, do not let these people take me away. I'm willing to give you whatever you want. You just name your price. You know I'm a dragon, and I'm rich."

She came out of the car and walked up to me. She asked the nurses to release me.

"Yes, Lisa, I'm willing to do anything you want. You just name your price."

She chuckled, took one more step closer to me, and then whispered into my ear.

"Serves you right. Do you think that you could actually fit into the Dragons' family? I don't think so. Cut your clothes according to your size, Andrea. This new life is what you deserve. Don't even plan on escaping; just embrace your new life here forever.

Even if you are Michael Scofield, there is no way you're getting out of here. It's heavily guarded. Bye, Andrea. I pray we never meet again. Take her away."

They all pounced on me and dragged me to the slaughterhouse where I would forever lose my sanity.