Okay, this isn't the entire chapter (my chapter's are usually around seven pages long) it's just the beginning after Caleigh wakes up and has been told that the last four years she's lived of her life have been a lie because she's been in a coma. It's all very...odd XD

Have you ever been lied to? Have you ever lied to someone else? Even if it was a tiny white lie? Everyone has...but nobody knows just how painful a lie is to the one who’s on the recieving end and if they do, people are still corrupt enough to do it anyway. Lie’s are dangerous, sometimes they can hurt more than any physical pain could.
Lies...lies....
“You’ve just woken up from a coma.”
Lies...lies....
“You were in a car accident.”
Lies...lies....
“It’s alright. You’re safe here.”
Lies!
So many. It’s overwhelming. Can’t breathe. Can’t see. Can’t comprehend the the fact that these lies are really the truth.
Screaming. Just like the anguished shrieks that haunt me from my days in that hell of an asylum...so familiar. So disturbed. So terrifyingly full of raw, bloody emotions such as hate, confusion and sorrow. So much sorrow...
I can hear words.
Repeated over and over and over again, in time with a dull thudding and a strange aching pain throbbing in my hands and arms.
“Where are they? Where are they? Where are they?”
I want them. I need them.
“Where are they? Where are they? Where. Are. They?!”
My eyes flash as I feel hands gripping my arms tightly, dragging me backwards away from the cowering figure I’d had pinned against the bone white wall.
As the hands jerk me back away, I reach out, my fingers lightly brushing the golden curls, tangling themselves inside the silky sunkissed hair that I used to take pleasure in touching and brushing when I was little.
Bruises.
Beautiful black and blue, up her arms and on her pale throat. So beautiful...so beautiful...damaged and perfect. Black and blue spots from little spider fingers, crawling, crawling over milky flesh.
“Mommy.” Little girl’s voice from between clenched teeth, small, pathetic, cruel and demanding all in one. Deadly. Serious. Tainted. “Where are they mommy?”
The trembling figure shakes her head, those sunny curls bouncing around her head, those dark blue eyes, enormous and terrified, “Caleigh...please. Stop it.” Broken.
You’re broken, you’re no use to me anymore...
“Don’t worry mommy...I won’t hurt you if you tell me where you’ve hidden them.” Whispered threats of the tortured heart.
“Caleigh please!”
“I’m not your Caleigh anymore.” Devoid of any emotion. No hate. No confusion. No sorrow. Just empty. Lifeless.


Okay, that's the end