Happy Hallow Institution

Entry 9

I wake up in a cold sweat. In a room I have no memory of being in.

I try to get up but I am stopped by a huge shock from my lower spine and leg.

I fall back into bed. Gritting back my teeth. I breathe heavily and in pain.

"Good morning sleepy head!"

I look in fear over at the huge metal door with a slit opening.

"How are you feeling???"

"What the fuck did you do to me!!!???"

"Pleasee~ 3010~ manors. And we did nothing of source to you. Actually. We found you and a trail of blood from the staircase to the window when we found you. Your leg snapped and a bone was popping out. Nothing to serious that we couldn't fix but it shall take a while to recover."

"How long will that be?!?"

"9 months."

"9 months?!!?! I can't wait that long!?!"

"And why not?? Your stuck here for 4 years now!?! So theirs no hurry~~... Lunch will be here in 3 hrs~~"

"Wait!! Wait!!"

The doctor closes the slot and all I can hear is foot steps walking away.

I feel empty as the room I am now in. I look around as this room has very little in it. 
Small toilet, sink. Desk, lamp, my stuff in a trunk, and a lamp. And a very small button next to a speaker. 

(I guess this is how I call for assistance... I wonder how many chances I get with this....)

I lean over my bed trying to get to my trunk. Inches away I feel a sharp pain then I return to my bed....

In pain and the drug still in me I fall asleep.

Soon I wake up to the sounds of knocking at my wall.

I wake up with a shock.

I look around my room and nothing has changed. However with my new found energy I manage to sit up in my bed. 

I look behind me confused and curious.

Again a 3 knocks.

Confused I knock back.

With a few minutes of silence. A knock returns back. But this time in a pattern.

. . . .    .    . - . .    . - . .   - - -

Is... That Morse code?...

I knock back. Once.

The noise stops... Then I don't hear from it every again.

Some one is behind me but I don't know who.

The following days are time loops.

   A nurse comes in and helps me to the restroom and bath. Makes my bed while I eat breakfast.
    My nurse isn't so engaging. But when I requested for a book, pens and pencils. She did bring me some. I use it as a journal and sketch book. Some nights when I get knocks from behind. I copy them down to one day decode them.

Days
Turn
To
Weeks

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