What I wanted to forget
"I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, I'm sure you don't. I have reason to believe you're a dangerous individual." I shake my head, laughing. "Right. And why do you believe that?" He takes a few steps towards my cell. "It's about the fire. The one that killed your family." "That was an accident. I had nothing to do with it. I can't believe you'd even say that." I turn away from him, bracing myself against a chair. "Right. It was the stove right? Someone accidentally bumped it, turning it on." "That's what they said. That's in no way my fault."
"Hm. Well, I have something you should see then." He takes out a few pictures, and one by one places them on the glass for me to see. Most of the pictures show nothing suspicious. He then holds up the final picture, one of my bedroom. "So? What do you want me to see?" I cross my arms. "Well, you'll see that, yes, your room was burned like the rest of the house. But, notice the pattern around your bed. It's as if the fire went everywhere except where you must've been sleeping at the time." He stops, waiting for me to figure out the rest for myself. When I don't say anything, he finishes, "Or, maybe the reason it looks that way is because it came off of you." "No." I back away, shaking my head, suddenly out of breath. "L/N-" He starts but I cut him off. "No. No, I didn't do this." Fury's voice fades away as I start hearing my mother's desperate pleas. "Honey please. Why are you doing this?" I press my hands to my ears trying to block out the painful memories. It's as though she's in my head, forcing me to remember.
The room is flooded with some sort of. . . fog and I pass out. Even as I'm unconscious, I'm still being attacked with images of the house, my mom, my dad. And my. . . sister.
I wake up again but this time, in a hospital looking room, tied to the bed. I look around frantically to see a doctor next to my bed. "Hey, it's ok. You're ok, we had to sedate you. I nod, sinking back into the pillows. "But, now that you're awake, you have some visitors." She smiles looking towards the door. In walks Agent Hill, Nat, and Wanda. But right behind them is someone else. I exhale shakily. "I-Izzie?"