Chapter 149
Free?
Megan’s POV:
Jane and the visitors were all gone, and I was left alone, thinking of what next to do after all of these, when Dr. Lee enters my room, her expression stern and serious.
“Megan, I need to talk to you about your situation.” She says.
I look up at her warily, my instincts telling me that something is off.
“What is it, Dr. Lee?” I asked with my voice, laced with urgency.
She hesitates, her eyes avoiding mine.
“Megan, I’m afraid you are being discharged.” She reveals.
My heart sinks, my mind racing with questions.
“What? Why? I thought I was making progress.”
Dr. Lee’s face is unyielding.
“Your progress is… complicated. Let’s just say that your situation is no longer deemed suitable for this facility.”
I feel a surge of fear, my eyes narrowing.
“What does that mean? Where am I going?” I asked her.
Dr. Lee’s expression softens slightly, but her voice remains firm.
“You will be going to a… specialized facility. One that can better handle your… unique needs.” She says.
I don’t like the sound of that. It sounds like a euphemism for something sinister. My mind races with worst-case scenarios as Dr. Lee’s words hang in the air, leaving me with more questions than answers.
“Are you shocked?” She asks me.
Dr. Lee’s expression softens, and she offers a wide smile.
“Megan, you are being discharged because you’ve made significant progress.” She reveals.
“Your test results are encouraging, and we believe you’re well enough to continue your recovery in jail.” She says as her face drops.
I am taken aback, my mind racing with mixed emotions. I am relieved to be leaving the hospital, but I am also anxious about what comes next.
“So, I’m… free to go?” I ask.
Dr. Lee nods.
“Yes, you are. We will provide you with instructions for your ongoing care and schedule follow up appointments to monitor your progress.” She says
I feel a sense of trepidation, uncertainty about what lies ahead.
But I also feel a glimmer of hope, a chance to start anew and uncover the truth about my past. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the journey ahead.
“Okay, I’m ready.” She reveals.
I take a deep breath, a sense of resignation washing over me.
“They will be here to take you back to jail!” Lee added.
“Okay, I understand,” I say, my voice calm and detached.
“I’ll go with them peacefully.” I revealed.
Dr. Lee’s eyes narrow slightly, as if she’s surprised by my response.
“Megan, are you sure you’re okay with this? You don’t seem… upset.” She pauses, her gaze searching mine.
“You’re not even angry?” She says.
I shrug, a small smile playing on my lips.
“What’s the point of getting upset? I can’t change the situation. I might as well accept it and move forward.” I pause, my eyes locked onto hers.
“Besides, I’ve been in worse places than jail, the last days in this hospital waiting more than jail.” I reveal.
Dr. Lee looks at me with a mix of curiosity and concern.
“You’re a strong one, Megan. I’ll give you that.” She nods, her expression softening.
“But don’t forget, you have people who care about you. We’ll be working to get you out of there as soon as possible.” She tells me.
I nod, a small sense of gratitude washing over me.
“Thanks, Dr. Lee. That means a lot to me.” I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what’s to come.
“Let’s get this over with.” I said as I saw members of the authority coming to get me.
I am led back to my cell in handcuffs, I see Detective James walking towards me, a determined look on his face.
But I’m not in the mood to talk to him. I ignore him, my eyes fixed straight ahead as I walk past him.
“Megan, wait!” he calls out, but I don’t stop. I keep walking, my head held high, my heart heavy with the weight of my situation.
I hear him sigh behind me, but I don’t turn around. I know he’s trying to get a rise out of me, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction.
I have said all I need to say, and now I just want to be left alone to face whatever comes next and now, I am back to where I rightfully belong.
I am locked back in my cell; I can’t help but feel a sense of triumph wash over me.
I’m back where I started, with no clear way out. But I know I can’t give up. I have to keep fighting, no matter what.
I sit on the cold, hard bench in my cell, my eyes gazing blankly at the grey walls that seem to close in on me.
But despite the bleakness of my situation, a sudden, unexpected laugh bubbles up from deep within me. It’s a low, husky sound, almost a whisper, but it’s genuine.
I laugh at the absurdity of it all the twists and turns that have led me to this place.
I laugh at the detective’s determined efforts to crack me, at the hospital’s attempts to fix me, at the world’s insistence on labeling me as something I’m not.
My laughter is a quiet act of defiance, a refusal to be broken by the circumstances that have been forced upon me. It’s a reminder that, no matter what they take away from me, they can’t take away my spirit.
As the laughter fades, I lean back against the wall, a small smile still playing on my lips. I know I’ll need to hold onto this spark of resilience if I’m going to make it through what’s to come.
And suddenly, my heart racing with excitement, as I carefully gather and organize all the evidence I’ve managed to collect.
It’s been a long and difficult journey, but finally, I have everything I need to prove my innocence and uncover the truth.
I can’t help but feel a sense of triumph and relief wash over me as I look at the stack of papers, recordings, and other evidence in front of me.
I’ve done it. I’ve actually done it.
A wide smile spreads across my face as I realize that I’m finally in control of my own destiny. I’m no longer at the mercy of those who seek to harm me.
I have the power to expose the truth and clear my name.
I lean back against the wall, my eyes shining with tears of joy and relief.
I know that the road ahead won’t be easy, but I’m ready for it. I’m ready to fight for my freedom and my future.
With a sense of determination and hope, I stand up and begin to prepare for the next step in my journey.
I know that with this evidence, I’ll finally be able to prove my innocence and start anew.