Let Me Out

Prologue

The little white ball was placed into her mouth again and a new set of shocks ripped through her body, making her struggle against her restraints. She probably should've gotten used to it by now, but the pain was like none she'd ever experienced before. It was unbearable.
"What is your name?" They asked her again.
She knew if she said the wrong name they would grant her more pain. According to them she was crazy and had started to get fake memories of another woman's life. Some kind of personality disorder they said, but she couldn't remember the name they said was hers. Maybe she was crazy. They had her on so many drugs that she hardly knew right from wrong anymore.
"Julia Sanders," she finally said, trying to catch her breath. Her other self would never give up this easily, but if she wasn't an FBI agent, was she really fearless?
"And your job?" One of the men asked, ready to give her another round if she didn't answer the question correctly.
"Ki-Kindergarten teacher" she says,
"Family?" He continued asking the same questions he'd ask every other hour.
"Husband and two daughters," she replied, tugging slightly on her restraints.
"Good mrs. Sanders. We will see you again in an hour," he said, satisfied, as he released her from the straps.
Another man came in to escort her to her room. She knew by now that it did her no good to fight back. They would just sedate her and then strap her to her bed.

This was at a mental hospital of some kind, but she couldn't for the world remember how she got there or who put her there. And she didn't know if she'd ever get out of that hell.