Dazed & Confused

[25]

[At The Asylum]
{Sam's POV}

     I walk down the hallway of other patients. I have two guards behind me, watching my every move. I look at everyone, their eyes all on me. I gulp and lock eyes with some of them. I start feeling like throwing up once I do. I look back at one of the guards named Officer Russett,
     "Why are they staring at me?" I ask quietly. Officer Russett looks at me confused and looks at the other patients,
     "No one's staring at you Golbach." She replies. I feel my eyes start to water. They're staring at me. I know they are. I can see them. I'm not blind. They're definitely staring at me. I'm not crazy. I'm doing this for Colby. I get to my room and the guards unlock the door, letting me walk in and throwing more white clothes into my room before shutting and locking the door. I jump at the loudness of the door. I grab the clothes and set them in the corner of the room. I look around and only see a mattress and one pillow. I sigh and lay on the mattress.
"What's your name new kid." I hear a familiar voice ask.
"Sam. What's your name?" I rest my head on the wall.
"Alex. We know each other. Remember? High school? Me, you, Colby, and Nate?" Alex says. I smile,
"Oh damn, Nice seeing you man. Well, it's more hearing then seeing." I laugh, making Alex chuckle.
"Why are you here?" Alex asks. I sigh and fidget with my rings.
     "Schizophrenia. Colby can't handle me at all so i made it easier for him and placed myself here...what about you?" Alex groans then sighs,
     "Well, I got into some trouble back in Kansas. Gang trouble. And um, something just, snapped, and I developed OCD and Depression. It got really bad so they put me in here." Alex says. I hum. Me and Alex talk a but longer until we hear loud footsteps walking down the halls.
"LIGHTS OUT PATIENTS!! NO MORE TALKING!!" I hear a guard yell. I get comfortable in my "bed" and say goodnight to Alex before falling fast asleep.

[Sam's Dream]

     I peak my head out the door, this is the only way out. Every other door is guarded heavily. Here, they're all just standing there by the car. I could make a run for it. I'll probably get shot but if I just keep running, I can make it. Hopefully. If I don't get shot in the chest or head. I take a deep breath and look at the stocky men in front of me, all in suits, talking amongst themselves in a serious tone. They're all distracted. Of course, they'll see me running. But if I just sneak around long enough. I'll get a better heads start. I hear a door shut behind me. Shit. I don't have much time left. Just do it Sam! He'll see you and you'll be fucked if you just keep standing here, watching! I feel the anxiety and fear build up in my body and throat. It's okay. Just do it and you'll be free. You'll make it out alive. I take a deep breath, suppressing the ever growing anxiety and fear inside me. Their backs are turned!! Okay, 3.... 2.... 1, I sneak around the side of the doorway, sneaking as far away from them as possible. Okay, 3.. 2... 1, RUN! I start running as fast as I can. My legs instantly start hurting due to the weakness in my body. I've been isolated for too long. That was probably the point though. I force myself to keep running despite the pain shooting through my body. I hear running behind me and yelling. They're getting closer. Fuck. C'mon Sam. Just get past the gate. I gulp, my mouth dry due to the persisting panting. I stare ahead of me at the gate. It's still open. C'mon Sam. C'mon! I'm only a couple feet away. About 20 feet. Almost there. C'mon Sam. Tears starts swelling in my eyes due to the pain. Suddenly my legs give out. No.. oh nonononono not now! Please!! Please, Please, Please!! Why now?! The tears fall down my face as I realize that he's going to catch me. That I'm fucked. He's probably going to kill me. Grab his gun and blow my brains out. Or even worse, torture me to the point of where I'm just their little pet. Fuck... I'm never getting out. I'll die here like everyone else that fucked up. The fear I was suppressing now comes to the surface, consuming me. More and more tears fall down my face. I can't do this anymore! Just fucking kill me down. I can't keep doing this. I choke out a sob as harsh arms grab my own, pinning them behind my back and tying them with chains, tight enough to rip off my skin. I start crying uncontrollably as I hear more footsteps approach.
     "Nice try Samuel. You're not the first to attempt an escape like that." I hear a familiar voice speak behind me. I can just picture him rolling up his sleeves, nonchalantly. I fucking hate him.
     "What do we do with him, boss?"
The guy pinning me down asks. There's silence for a moment. No, nonono, No more torture please, for the love of god please!
     "Ace," FUCK. NOT HIM, PLEASE NOT HIM. Ace hums menacingly beside. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to exist right here right now. Death would be more suitable for me right now than this. Fuck this. I should just choke myself to death with these chains. That'll be 10x better than whatever he has planned.
     "Do me a favor, teach Golbach a lesson." What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Ace seems to understand because he starts to laugh darkly. I hear a step right next to my shoulder, then the presence of someone beside me.
     "You will never escape Golbach. No one ever has." He says sneeringly, his hot breath hitting my ear. The guy above me lets go and moves off me. But soon another guy, a bit less stocky, grabs my chains and halls me up, forcing my back against his chest. I suddenly feel a rush of disgust. I just want to scrub my skin off now. Trey's hot breath hits my ear, making me shiver and squirm.
     "Let's have some fun Sammy." Ace says sneeringly before laughing, pulling me back into the hide out, shoving me in a pitch dark room. And before I knew it, he was unbuckling his belt, and pulling down his pants...