As we walked, my mind raced with both fear and curiosity. What was this place? And how had I ended up here? The answers would not come easily, but I knew that I had to find out. The truth was waiting for me, somewhere deep within the walls of the St...
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I looked around the damp walkway, concluding it was a one-way path. If this went wrong I would be stuck in this dark abyss, accompanied by thick walls and a low ceiling, having only my breath to listen to. With every step that I landed on the wet brick floor, the closer I got to finding out if I was right or wrong about trusting my gut. After a long walk down the narrow pathway, I came to an arch in a corner that led to a marginally lit-up room. From taking a curious gaze around I spotted that the room was only filled with two black chairs, one being tucked into a desk and the other placed facing the large computer that sat atop it. Slowly, I walked around the room so that I was facing the bright screen. On it read, "St Edwards psychiatric ward." In large bold letters.
A wave of scepticism overcame me as I realized that she had sent me to a mental institution. But why? Suddenly, the ceiling began to drip an anonymous grey liquid - increasing its pace rapidly. I abruptly shut my eyes in an ill attempt to save them from the inevitable sting; but as I tried to gain sight and open them once again, the strange substance landed on my face, leaving a sense of numbness around my whole head. It felt as if my eyelids had been glued shut and my front was being stabbed with a thousand tiny needles.
What was happening to me?
I stood frozen in the dimly lit room, my heart pounding in my chest. The strange, grey liquid still dripped from above, leaving me feeling paralyzed and disoriented. I had stumbled into something far more sinister than I had ever imagined. As I struggled to open my eyes, I heard footsteps coming closer. My mind raced as I tried to come up with a response, but my thoughts were interrupted by a voice calling out, "Who's there?" I managed to croak out a response, barely audible above the sound of my own pounding heart. "I'm lost. Can you help me?" There was a moment of silence before the voice responded. "Stay where you are. I'm coming to get you." I felt a sense of relief that someone was coming to help me, but also dread as I wondered who this person was and what their intentions were. Moments later, a figure appeared through the doorway. It was a nurse in a white uniform, looking at me with a mixture of concern and suspicion. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice firm. "I don't know. I was sent here by someone, but I don't remember who or why," I replied, my voice shaky. The nurse looked at me for a moment before nodding. "Come with me," she said, leading me out of the room and down a long hallway. As we walked, my mind raced with both fear and curiosity. What was this place? And how had I ended up here? The answers would not come easily, but I knew that I had to find out. The truth was waiting for me, somewhere deep within the walls of the St. Edwards psychiatric ward.
