Mad House

Hello this is my first story EVER so please don't be to harsh also this story is gruesome you have been warned

I feel the blood drip from my mouth as I stare at the deathly white glow lighting the empty boxed room I start to scream and rock knowing it was no use and that I would be punished if I continued like this but it was to late the door swings open and a rather round lady enters my living quarters "you are a very naughty boy Phillip and you know the consequences don't you" she says sweetly staring straight into my broken eyes I nod and start to laugh uncontrollably unable to control myself she grabs hold of me and throws me onto the rolling bed that I had become all so familiar with, she rolls me down the long hallway as I wriggle and laugh my swollen eyes about to burst as I reach the horrifying room that has that sweet vanilla smell that I do love. They belt me to the bed as I look up at the doctor with pleading eyes to just end my misery but he just looks away and grabs the electrodes off the table and tapes them to my head "Martha the switch" the doctor say "yes Mr Howelle" Martha pulls the switch and I feel the electrical circuts buzz to my brain I jolt as the pain strikes over and over again I laugh and look straight at the doctor with sad look "Martha take it to the top" he says "but sir that'll kill him" she says but still takes it to the top "exactly" he screams I just shriek and jolt all over the place as whiteness start to crawl into my vision but I hear Mr Howelle's voice whisper "goodbye Phil" and then the world was gone I was left to be happy again