As Trevor was escorted into the building, he saw a girl who kind of looked familiar to him. But it wasn't obvious who she was until he was almost face-to-face with her.
"Sabrina?" he asked, with shocked eyes. The Sabrina Johnson he knew had pink-dyed hair, tattoos, piercings, and basically just an overall gothic look. But this Sabrina looked totally average. Light brown hair tied back into a ponytail, tanned skin, a yellow T-shirt and blue jeans.
"Do I know you?" she asked, with a bubbly voice. "You kind of look familiar."
Trevor's heart sank. "What did they do to you?" Then his temper began to rise. "Those fuckers are gonna pay for this."
Sabrina seemed to cringe at his words. "Please don't use language like that," she said. "I don't like it."
Trevor looked at her with wide eyes. Sabrina used the word "fuck" more than anyone he knew. And now she was uncomfortable with it?
As Trevor was pulled away, he looked back at the former Goth girl. "I'm gonna fix this!" he yelled.
But Sabrina was confused by what needed to be fixed. She shrugged her shoulders and said "Whatever."
"Ms. Johnson?" a cop asked, approaching her.
"Yes, Officer?"
"It's time to go home."
Sabrina smiled. She really wanted to go home. It was her favorite place to be. She loved her family so much.
Trevor stared at her for as long as he could, then he was pushed into a nearby room, which within sat a doctor in a white lab coat.
"Trevor Blake?" the doctor asked.
