Ever since I got back, I've been looking for something to tell me it was okay, that I was safe. I haven't found it. Nothing you have said or done gives me any assurance that this won't happen again, or something else like it, maybe something worse.

I can't sleep in my room. Once the orderlies are at the door, no, in the hall... Hell. Once the orderlies are on the stairs, I'm trapped like a rat. Again. Downstairs? There are four doors, counting the garage. No, that's no help. You can just send for more orderlies.

Jane's house? No good. Till I'm an adult, I'm your property. You can send in the police. You're a lawyer, you'll know just what to do.

Somewhere I can see them coming a long way off. The middle of a field? What about at night, or if I nod off? Need to hear them coming too. The middle of a cornfield, full of old, dead stalks. Yeah. No. Hell, how can I live in a cornfield? Where'll I plug in my computer?

"Daria, you're being ridiculous. You can sleep in your room. No orderlies will come and get you."

"They got me before. Why not again? What's to stop them?"

"We're not going to send for them. You can trust us."

"Trust you? I trusted you when you lied me into your car. I trusted you when you lied me into Cedars. I trusted you right into the bushwhack room. I was trusting you as they shoved me into the wall and stabbed me in the neck with that needle. Even when my body was paralyzed and everything was going black, I was still trusting you, right up until I heard Dr. White say, "I'll go tell Mrs. Morgendorfer that everything went smoothly." Well, y'know what, Mom? I can't seem to find my trust anymore. I seem to have MISPLACED my trust, Mom!