Kara

　　Stefan arrived in my room hours after my parents left.

　　My psychiatrist injected me with a strange liquid that weakened me. I struggled not to let her inject me with the medicine, but she won. In fact, they tied my hands to the sides of the bed. They said I was a dangerous patient.

　　I knew Stefan knew what had happened. In reality, Stefan knew the story they told him. A false story. Sara must have run into Stefan's arms to convince him that I had ...