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Spencer's POV

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I sit alone in my small room. The cot was think and uncomfortable, the closet was old and its paint was peeling away, the windows had rusted bars, the small lamp was dusty, the night table was falling apart, and the walls seemed to close in on me. I am lost…lost in my mind…my only friend now.

It's been so long since I've seen the outside. I can hardly remember their faces…the faces of my team…my family. I still remember them when we were all together and happy. I can feel those memories slipping further and further away each day. I still wonder if they think of me. They used to come all the time…but not anymore. They moved on…but I can't…because I'm trapped here.

I still can't believe that it has been ten years since that horrible day…and now look where it took me. I'm alone…abandoned…lost to a world that I'm now dead too. I remember they came to my house and dragged me away. My team just watched…tears in their eyes. I begged them to stop the men from taking me away. I cried for them…screamed…but they did nothing.

My mind is numb now from all the drugs they give me…the countless doctors that tell me it's going to be alright. No it will never be. My heart is dead now…from years of sitting alone. I loved my team once…but not anymore. I sit here…slowly fading away…but it's not happening fast enough for me. Then I remember my mom. Is she still alive…did she miss me…is she still waiting for a letter from me?

A doctor came into my room, he looked optimistic. Mostly to try to get me to smile. I haven't smiled for seven years now. "Spencer, you have a visitor." My head shot up…it couldn't be. I must be dreaming again…I thought those stupid dreams stopped already, I was tormented by them enough. Then he came in…Derek Morgan…my once best friend. He looked older…more like an adult now rather than the cocky ladies man I remembered.

"Reid…I know it's…been some time…but I'm here to bring you something."

I simply stared at him; I was a bit curious to see why he came anyway. But also sad that it was the only real reason he came to see me.

"Reid…JJ died a week ago…she wanted you to have something."

He handed me a large wooden box. I eyed it but put it at his side, not bothering to open it. Morgan stared at me and then sighed.

"Reid…"

I turned away and walked to the window. I looked down and saw his car, a woman and a small child was waiting in it…waiting for Morgan.

I looked back at him. "You don't have to stay…you could have just sent it you know…after all you have a life out there…a wife and child…you're lucky…" It took all of my willpower not to cry.

Morgan looked at me and saw the tears in my eyes. "Please Reid…"

"You guys took any hope I had left…to live a normal life…my chance to be happy…I'm here now…"

"I'm planning on coming to visit more often…at least once a week."

I turned and gave him a cold stare, "WHY! Your just here out of guilt. Once it fades you'll never come back…I've been in here for ten years Morgan…for seven of those years, I was here alone. I HATE you…ALL OF YOU!"

"But Spencer…"

"GO TO HELL" I screamed. I lunged at Morgan and wrapped my hands around his neck. "You want to see how a crazy person reacts to being locked in these damn walls?"

Nurses and doctor ran into the room and retrained me. They injected him with a sedative and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. But the whole time I kept saying "Why…Why…Why?"

Normal POV

Morgan left the room and ran to the bathroom. He splashed cold water in his face and looked up at the mirror. Spencer left some nasty bruises but nothing too bad.

He sighed and a choked sob left his lips. How could it have gotten this bad?

Still, just as Morgan promised, he came to visit Spencer again next week.

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