I brought my knee up to his crotch and made a mad escape for the door. Dean had told me about this too. All the meds, the shots, the fake doctors. This has all been used to suppress my memories of my real life before being shipped off into hiding in America. That’s why I didn’t need them anymore. I was finally going home to resume my rightful place at the throne. My eyes started wildly as I frantically searched for a way out. Before I could head to the nearest exit, men with no faces grabbed me from either side and began to drag me back towards my bed. “No,” I shouted furiously, outraged at this break in protocol. “I don’t need the drugs anymore, it’s OK for me to remember now, you don’t have to pretend anymore. I know who you are,” I shouted as I clawed and ki...

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