"WAKE UP!" My best friend, Jake shouted.
I groaned and opened my eyes. I was immediately blinded by the bright light above.
"Ugh...Why is it so bright?" I moaned. I tried to sit up but I was restrained by some kind of cloth. Actually I was wearing something. The white, scratchy clothing wrapped my whole body and it had leather straps fastening me. I couldn't move my arms or legs or any other part of my body. I immediately recognised it from the pictures I have been researching for countless nights.
I was in a straight jacket. It made no sense. I am pretty sure that I am neither a mental patient nor a violent prisoner. Right?
"Jake?" I said, blinking my eyes to clear away the after effects of the blinding light.
"Matt! Thank god you are alive!" Jake's familiar face popped into my sight of view. His smile was as goofy as ever, and his blond hair was messy and bright. Only his sky blue eyes showed hints of worry and tiredness.
"Are you ok, Jake?" I asked, struggling against the straight jacket now.
"Well... No. Look at yourself, Matt and you would understand." Jake told me, nervously. I twisted and caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror. I was devastating.
My usually ruffled wind blown hair black hair was spiky and jumped out as if I got electrocuted. My brownish black eyes were bloodshot and dull. My body was on top of a clean, white table that reflected the light above. In short, I looked like a disaster.
"What... What is happening?" I shook my suddenly throbbing head.
"Don't worry, Matt! Um... Remember the game we signed up for? We had to go through a test... and.. um.. you ended up like this. I don't know what happened to you in that 3 hours, but we will probably figure this out!" Jake flashed me a tired grin and held up a thumbs up.
"Mr. Woods? Please go outside and wait. We have to check Mr. Will for PTSD and other illnesses." Someone wearing a white coat walked in the... room? She had glasses and tightly worn head bun.
"Matt, I will meet you later ok? Everything will be fine, Matt." Jake walked out of the room with the sound of an automatic door closing.
"Mr. Will, calm down and count until 10 please." The woman pulled out a supper long needle with a clear liquid inside. The needle pinched my skin and I started counting.
'1...2...3...4...5...6-'
Everything turned black.
