The lowest point.

Sidenote: I'm sorry if this makes you disapointed, but I will not describe how Katie cuts herself. You can never have a good enough excuse to inflict self harm, and I don't want to entertain people by describing it in detail. So sorry, but not sorry.

Katie woke up in a white room. She was wrapped in bandages, and was feeling light headed from the sedatives.

A strange man was looking at her. He had a soft face, with big eyes and a worried frown on his forehead.

'Do you understand me, woman?'

Katie blinked and stared back.

'Patient is consious, she's still far from earth. Let me see her reccord.

Let me see, so she was found on the doorsteps. No info about the owner. She still had these chips implanted. Now what do we make of this, Harry?'

'Probably dumped by her illegal owner, who couldn't deal with the shame of having a broken toy.' A smug voice answered.

Possibly, but please stop calling women toys. You should know better than to use that term.'

The two doctors walked away from Katie, and as they closed the door and soon it was silent.

Still feeling weak, Katie let herself drift off to sleep.