I woke up in a room painted all white, it looked like a hospital from where I was laying down on the bed, but something was different about this particular hospital? It seemed as if there were bars on the windows like someone would escape, there was a bath tub in the same room like one of those old day modern ones. So I’m sitting up on this padded bed lost in my thoughts, trying to remember the last time I ever remebered something at all…

I took another look at my surrendings and it then hit me, this wasn’t a normal hospital this was rehab? But why me? Why was I in rehab I don’t even remember the last time I touched a drug, but yet that could be the reason why I’m here it’s because everytime I try thinking about the past my mind starts a blank. Right when I was getting my thoughts all together I got greeted by a Doctor who I hope was hear to explain in details what happened to me.

"Hello Miss Davies, how are you feeling?" He asked me smiling.

He looked to about in his early 30′s, married and probably had kids he wasn’t bad looking I had to admit but not my cup of tea, of course no guy is I meen come on Ashley Davies straight? Ha! I take after my Dad on that one, I really hope the press doesn’t catch me being in here in this state, do you know how much damage it would cost me especially when my career is heading high?

"To be honest I don’t know?" I answered confused in every possible way to show it.

"That’s the treatment we gave you yesterday sooner or later you’ll gather up your thoughts from the last moment you can recall before you came here last night" He answered me.

"So was I drugged last night?" I asked him.

"I’m afraid so, but don’t worry Ashley you’ll have the best Doctors money can buy" He reassured me, wow I messed my life up pretty bad I must say.

"That’s always good, does this meen therapy?" I asked hoping he’d answer falsely.

"I’m sorry to say but yes you’re going to be taking some 2 times a day, once in the morning and once at the end of the day" He said.