I spent my days pacing around the small room of the Sydney Psychiatric hospital trying to remember how I got to this place and why I was placed here. Although my memory was fuzzy I remember arriving to this country seeking help but from whom? I reme...
I've come to realised each scream I hear brought memories back.
It was happening again, I began to panic quickly as i rush to the door of my room and banged at it. I tried to scream for help but the words wouldn't come out and slowly the bangs i was making began to become soft knocks as my body began to feel weaker and weaker. I knew it, I'm about to pass out again and this time it feels like it gonna be more then just fainting. I began to cough uncontrollably as my breathing began to become heavier. All this coughing was making my chest feel real tight.. I've never felt such pain before.
The pain was real and could be felt in every single muscle of my body as my grip began to loosen on the door handle and my vision began to disappear, my body dropped to the ground and the feeling of emptiness and darkness consumed me once again.
"Don't you dare touch him. How could you do this to us we trusted you guys, gave you everything, our husbands to fight for your guys." She screamed at the men. "Why are you doing this to us, why are you taking our young children away from us. Stop please." The women got on her knees and pleaded to the soldiers. I felt a tug on my shirt and before i knew it i was in the arms of the women as she continued to yell at the 4 men, she grabbed me tight and this feeling of emptiness began to slowly disappear as a new feeling had to taken over me, I felt a warm liquid drip down my cheeks.
I placed my hands on my cheek to feel the tears. ""What is this? Tears? I asked myself. Why was I feeling a sense of connection to this women. "Where am I?" and "How did I get here?" are questions I keep asking myself over and over again as my eyes wondered around the room. I began to try to make sense of all these thoughts inside my head but as I wiped the tears, I realised these hands are not my hands, These were hands of a 14 year old, they were so small but they yet felt like my hands.
As i looked to identify if these were really my hands i searched for the birth mark that I knew i had on my right hand. My mouth dropped in shock as there on my right was the small birth mark. Again I began to question myself, "how can these be my hands?" Although once again my thoughts were cut short, as the feeling of warmness that I felt to this warm was ripped away from me, as i was harshly pulled away from the women warm arms and into a rough colds hands of a solider.
My body moved on its own as I tried to free myself from the solider and run back to the women kneeling on the floor, the solider grabbed a hold of me and dragged my little body outside of the hut and just before he threw me on the back of the truck he whispered softly into my ears. "This is what happens when you disobey rules." Before i could make sense on what his talking about, he pointed his finger towards the hut and said watch boy.
*BANG, BANG, BANG*
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