𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮: 𝓜𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓮

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

TW: Cursing, Violence/gore, MHP(mental health problems), ex

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The day was sunny, yet the clouds chose to cover the long rays of the sun and a light blanket of fog lingered around the old, stone streets I stood on. My backpack was swung over my right shoulder, I could feel the slight pressure from the light necessities I had in there and as I stood in front of an abandoned asylum. I examined the destroyed structure with big chunks having rotten off and fallen to the ground, and the once baby pink walls being covered in ash. Something about the place felt familiar.. I remember when I was stuck within those walls... The same walls that I somewhat caused hell in. The ones I released all my anger and regret to, the ones I avenged my fears in⎯ but trust me, I had reason to.

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"NO! LET ME GO PLEASE!"

I was screaming, yelling, kicking and begging with all my might as two men in baby pink trousers and short-sleeved polo's dragged me out of my room, or cell as the other "residents" liked to call it. They had big, baby-pink bird masks covering their faces, Jaggers. The plastic didn't even look that comfortable and it'd be like finding a pot of gold if you caught a Jagger without a mask.

My hair was a mess and so was my face, being soaked with tears and sweat of struggle. I knew what they were going to do to me, but I didn't want to face that type of agonizing pain, not again.

"LET ME GO!"

My vocal cords were swollen and my throat felt raw, but I couldn't stop yelling, I had to keep trying! The men got fed up with my wealing, I could tell from the strain in their muscles while I struggled against them. I felt a sharp pain in the side of my head and I instantly knew that familiar feeling; I knew one of them punched me square on the side of the head, not like it was the first time⎯ the next thing I knew everything was black.

"AAAUHGH!"

I awoke in a cry to a painful shock going through my nerves, sending shocks through my body. I knew where I was, but I didn't want to accept that I was put into that horrid device again. They were going to torture me again. The machine flashed two dark blue lights and a green one as it charged up and the meater rose or fell.

"No..."

"AUGH!!⎯ Stop!!"

Another current was sent through my body. I could feel myself strapped down to the uncomfortable medical bed, my arms and legs were useless and glued to the cheap plastic that made a cushion for my backside. My limbs would be too weak after the shock treatment. I was vulnerable. I had no choice but to lie there and take the pain as they "treated" me. I didn't need a cure, they were the ones making me crazy.

I didn't understand why it hurt so much, this was something that those "doctors" would do for hours just for the hell of it. All I knew was that after being there for a good amount of time, minutes, or hours, I had become numb to it. Yet, that wasn't good enough for the doctors. I was docile, and relaxed to some extent, but that wasn't enough. The doctors wouldn't be going to stop there. Oh no, not even close. It was never enough for them.

The last of their shocks was sent through my body and my nerves barely acknowledged it; I was sweaty, and exhausted. I didn't move as they were taking off the straps⎯ one thing was running through my mind though; enough was enough.