Adrianne had been put in a very small padded room. Everywhere she went, someone had to go with her, even to the bathroom. She practically had no privacy at all.

The doctor walked into the room, "I don't care what it takes Adrianne, we're gonna get you to talk. Maybe, that'll be possible now, that you don't have Nick as a distraction. Now, lets go. I'll be taking you the psychiatrist."

Adrianne shook her head no and gave the doctor an angry look.

"Don't start this Adrianne!" the doctor shouted, "We're not gonna put up with your crap anymore." He grabbed her by the arm and took her to the psychiatrist.

After about three hours in the psychiatrists office, Adrianne still hadn't talked.

"Fine" the doctor said, "If you won't talk voluntarily, we'll force it out of you." He strapped Adrianne to the bed and wheeled her down to the electric shock room.

Adrianne tried to get away, but she was strapped tightly to the bed. The doctor hooked up the machine to Adrianne and began the electric shock. Adrianne screamed out in pain. The electric ran through her veins and throughout the rest of her body. Adrianne had never experienced so much pain in all her life.

"Ready to talk yet?" the doctor asked.

Adrianne shook her head no. No matter how much electric shock they gave her, she would never talk to them.

"I've got other patient to attend to." the doctor said, "We'll try this again tomorrow."

A nurse strapped Adrianne to the bed and started to roll her down the hall. The nurse stopped briefly to sign some papers.

While the nurse was doing that, Adrianne looked around for any kind of sharp object. She decided that it was time to end her life. Those bastards had taken Nick away from her and now they were shocking her with electricity. Adrianne couldn't take it anymore. She then noticed a surgical knife on the counter. Even though she was strapped to the bed, Adrianne could still reach the knife. Adrianne made sure no one was watching, then she took the knife and hid it in her pocket.

The nurse took Adrianne back to her room.

"Good night, Adrianne" the nurse said, "The doctor will be in to see you early tomorrow morning." The nurse walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Too bad I won't be alive tomorrow morning." Adrianne said to herself. She took the knife out of her pocket.

Adrianne held the knife to her wrist. She had to do this. There was no turning back now. Adrianne pressed down and dragged the sharp blade across her wrist. She pressed down as hard as she could. Adrianne watched as the blood came pouring out.