I lay disoriented and confused. I go to sit straight up before I realized they strapped me down to a bed. Where am I? Oh no.
The hospital. Ok. Ok, think. What did I do to end up here? I thought long and hard, but my memory couldn't retrieve itself. I panic while my thoughts run a marathon.
"Help-" I go to scream.
My voice is raspy. What on earth did I do?
"Someone-" I try again.
But the pain in my throat stopped me. Suddenly doctors came in, surrendering my bed. I panic internally. I then realized one doctor had I needle. I screamed, regardless of the pain I felt. I tried to sit up again as the doctors pushed me back down.
The doctor then went to stick the needle in my arm.
"What's that?!"
"Shh."
"It'll help."
I squirmed relentlessly, trying to get away. My movements were no use. I screamed in shock when I felt the needle go into my skin.
"What did you do?!" I said, screaming.
I felt disoriented again. My vision blurred as the doctor whispered, "It's something for your mind."
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Summer Horror and Heartbroken Tales
Mystery / ThrillerWhat if our trauma and flaws could work together to kill us? Be honest how many of you would die? How many think they could survive? Would you be able to survive yourself? I know if it were me I'd be dead. But hey it only a hypothetical question, no...
