Okay

I'm losing it.

      "So now let's get on with this, why did you jump?" he says demanding my attention. I look into his eyes and tell him the exact reason i jumped, the real reason i killed myself.

"To get away from you!"  

  The irony of this is just cruel, i killed myself and a came back and now i'm in a mental hospital, and if i tell anyone that this man is actually trying to kill me then they will just sedate me and think i'm crazy. I'm not crazy, not the way they think i am. How am i supposed to get out of a place that is meant to keep people inside? 

                                                                                        ...  

  So it's been a few days, and i'm in a different room, strapped to the bed again. According to the nurse that i yelled at i had a break down outside after the girl found the glass. I have no memory of doing that. The last thing i recall is hating the irony of my fucked up life. Nevertheless i apparently flipped out on him and he got a little hurt in the process, which i don't feel bad about at all. I've been sedated since. 

He walks in the room with a black eye and small cuts everywhere from my nails. I smile smugly at him, taking pride in my new masterpiece. I may be tied back down to a bed but at least i got some fun out of it, even if i don't remember it. "What the hell do you want?" i snap at him. 

"You know what i want, tell me why you jumped. Tell me why you run. I could give you power beyond your imagination. You just have to tell me what i want to know.so tell me or else." he threatens me.

I smile "what the hell could you do that i haven't already considered, are you going to kill me? Well then go right ahead, but I've tried that. It didn't seem to fucking work." i yell at him, i'm so angry but i'm not completely sure why.  

He walks to the door and closes it slowly. " What? Do you not want your nurse friends to come in again? They don't know who you really are do they?" he doesn't say anything, but i know what i said must be true. He stands there staring at me. I don't know what he's thinking but it probably can't be good. Honestly i don't even care, i'm just waiting to have piss him off enough that he'll kill me, and maybe this time i won't come back. I sure hope not i'm so tired of going around in circles. Humans are supposed to die, i'm human why can't I?  

 "Just tell me what i want to know." he says annoyed. Coming closer to me as he speaks. I lift up my hands as far as the restraints will let me. He understands what i want but shakes his head. "I'm not going to recreate a few days ago."

 "Then kill me already!" i scream. I'm losing it, and i know it. I just don't care anymore. He shakes his head, "Trust me i'd love to but i need you, so i can't. Your life would be so much better if you'd just listen to me. " he's annoyed at me and probably thinks i'm being naive, but he's not the one that been chased all his life. He's also not the one who is strapped to a hospital bed. I take a deep breathe in through my nose. Try to calm down and think this out more rationally.

I will find a way out of this place, somehow, someway, I'll make my way out of this. I decide to play along for it is my best bet to freedom. Though I'd have to wait to my true freedom, until I'm out of here. "Fine, what do you want to know?" I say through my teeth, I hate having to corporate with him.