Psycho

When I wake up I see the doctor sitting in his chair with a clipboard.

I can barely move.

I look up and see my wrists are chained to the wall above me in a crisscross formation.

My eyes are blurry and I taste metal in my mouth.

"Ah, you're finally awake. Let's go over a few things, shall we?" The doctor's voice is calm, but he sounds more threatening now. I love it.

"Where-" I can barely speak.

"Where are you?" he asks for me. I nod.

I'm so tired. Not again

"You're in a more, suitable cell now. I will be asking you a couple of questions and you will answer them so I can see how high of a dose you'll need."

"And if I don't?" I ask, trying to move to no avail.

"Don't worry, it should be impossible not to answer. Do you really feel like fighting me on this?" he asks, back in his stupid calm voice. I just glare at him.

"First question, how angry are you on a scale of 1-10?"

"Like nine."

He nods and writes it down. "How's your stress levels?"

"Good. I'm perfectly calm." I answer, sounding annoyed.

"Right." he marks something down.

"Do you feel remorse for the guards you hurt?"

I laugh a bit. He writes.

"Are you a pathological liar?"

"Nope." I say with a smile.

"Okay." he writes something else down

"Would you describe yourself as manipulative?" he asks, calmly

"No! What would make you think that? It was Guard 1 wasn't it?" I laugh as he writes something.

"Guard 1?" he asks. "You number my Guards?"

"Oh yeah, Guard 1 is the one that usually brings me dinner." I say, proudly. 

He thinks for a bit  looking annoyed. "His name is Tom."

I shrug.

"Next question; How much do you think your worth?"

I smile. "You're the one trying to get me to stay here with extra force, so I'd say a couple million." I answer, confidentially. He just writes it down.

"Last one, How many emotions do you feel a day?"

I laugh a bit. "Like three. And that a valid amount."

The doctor just nods and stands up.

I watch as he goes over to a guard and ask her for "dose 380" then he just leaves.

After about five minutes the guard goes up to me and forces my head to the side. She wipes the vein on my neck with an alcohol prep pad and goes to insert a needle with bright green liquid in it. Like the one from before, but brighter.

Before I can argue she injects me. I tense and feel my mind get all foggy. It feels warm and tiring. yay