Psycho "Love"

This strange room ~memories~

I gasped and sat up, i was sweating but the room was cold. It was all concrete around me besides the "bed" i was laying on, it was just a thin mattress on the floor. There was a metal door to this room, outside this door's small window was the only light i saw, this room was almost pitch black without that light.

I got up and fell to the floor, my legs were wobbly, as if I haven't used them in a while. I tried again, i fell onto the concrete wall, using it as support. I walked over to the door unsteadily and outstretched my hand, my hand gently touched the door, cold metallic connected with my hand as i pressed my palm to the door, my breathing increase and i saw my breath as barely visible white puffs.

I leaned forward into the light of the door, my eyes seemed to burn at the light. I winced and let my eyes adjust to the light moving closer to the door window, my eyes trailed along the doors across this one. The doors lined down a low lit concrete wall across from me, all of them looking exactly the same, through the windows of the doors were pitch black, I couldn't see in them even if i tried.

I sighed and fell to the floor, I sobbed on that ground for what seemed like forever, "Momma," i mumbled to myself. "Why am i here? Where is here? Momma i want out!" Whined to myself.

I fell backwards into the hall as light poured into my room and all around me, the door has opened.. I was blinded by the light but i felt hands on my arms, lifting me up and putting me in a chair. My eyes adjusted slowly, i looked around to see more people in white, ones at my feet and hands, strapping me down to a ragged wheelchair. I began to panic, trying to free myself from the wheelchair, i yanked on the straps and started to scream. One of the people in white put a white muffle mask around my mouth, my mouth being forced closed.

Before i knew it we were moving, my throat becoming sore from my muffled yelling. We entered a dark room, in what seemed like the center of the room, was a flat table, the table had straps like the wheelchair and cables dangling off from the sides. I attempted to pull myself from the leather straps of the wheelchair. I started to shake in the chair, attempting to free my legs and arms. We're getting closer.. No.. I don't want the table, I don't want to be here!

"Momma! Save me Momma" i muffled out of the mask as tears ran down my face. We got to the table and they all paused, looking at me.. I glanced at them, they seemed to be hooking something up to the table.

"Don't move now, nothing bad's going to happen" a female says. I look at her, i feel my eyes getting puffy from crying. They start to unlatch me, once the latches are off they grab me harshly and slam me down on the table, panicking to tie me down quickly. I flail on the table, i kick one of them off me and hit another in the side of the face.

"Let me go!" I scream, slightly distinctly through the muffle. They get back on my legs and arms, pinning me to the table and strapping me down. No matter how hard i tried, every part of me couldn't move.

"That wasn't so hard" i moved my eyes over to see a man i had kicked, he was wearing a white hospital mask, the mask what starting to have red liquid leak through. Another person in white spoke to him, I couldn't hear what they were saying, everyone in that room was mumbling something to another. The man left and they all looked at me again, studying me.

"You have no need to know where you are, rather, you wouldn't understand."

"She's so young" a woman out of sight said, i could feel her hooking the wires to me, they were all on my arm and temples. "The more you struggle love, the more it will hurt" she said to me.

"We're not the bad guys," the man said again. "We're just making you better"
I felt a jolt of fire course through my body, as if i placed my hand on a stove, but then it went away. It came around again, my muscles tensing this time. The third time it happened i let out a yelp and i felt it go through my skull and down my body. I was being shocked, each time more strongly than the last.

They stopped for a while, my breathing was ragged at this time, i felt my saliva fall from my mouth. My jaw hurts from clenching my teeth, my muscles sore from the shocks. My breathing started slowing but i started crying and whining. They started again, this time i felt the pain all over at once. My back tried lifting from the table as a horrific scream left my mouth, two more shocks and my body felt like it was on fire.

My eyes were swollen from tears and pain when they started delaching the straps, i wanted to get out. I tried to hit them, fight them, to get away, but when i tried my limbs wouldn't respond, i was tired, my body was tired.

They strapped me to the chair again, this time loosely. We were going down that hall again, this time, I couldn't hold my head up. I watched as the white lights on top the ceiling passed above me, passing in an instant. I watched dazedly as they put me in the room again.

"You'll be Okay soon" and with that the door was shut and i was locked away into this darkness.

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It happened like this, every day, every morning and night. I even memorized that hallway, that God Forsaken hallway. But what does God have to do with this horrible place? What they do Here is not Godly, what they do here is torture.

Torture..

Yes- that's what it is.

Always down that hallway. That Hallway is torture..

back and forth..
Always, back, and forth...
Always.
Only..
Only, down that hallway..