Curls

Chapter One

I let my eyes flutter awake, and I sigh. My head hurts. When did I last go to sleep? I don't exactly remember where I was...I should probably figure that out. Moving a hand up to brush a hand through my hair, I am startled to find that I can't move my arms. It seems I am being bound by some sort of... restraining device? What's the word...?

Ah, straight jacket, yeah, that's it.

Wait, what? Where am I? Have I gone crazy or something? Last thing I remember, I was grocery shopping with my mom in San Fransisco, and now I'm here? Ugh, my brain is too dumb to comprehend this situation. I should probably act natural. I lean forward to try and fix my hair without using my hands aND WHAT THE FUCK-

Where the hell is my hair?! It's- it's gone! What the fuck did they do to me? Oh my god. What the actual fuck is going on. What.

That's it. Might as well embrace the fact that I've been deemed legitimately crazy. This has to be a dream. How do I wake up, oh my god, how do I wake up?!

WAKE THE FUCK UP!

I immediately do the thing that I'm best at: Freak the hell out. I stand up, and it takes a minute to balance myself, considering the fact that I almost fell on my face as soon as I stood; but no matter. I run, tears on the brim of my eyes threatening to pour out, not because I'm upset, but because I'm scared. I meet a wall, which appears to be padded, but it's not too padded, so I figure it'll work. Bashing my head against the wall with full force, a wave of regret suddenly hits me. Hard.

I attempt to grab my head in pain, but, lo and behold, I'm in a straight jacket. I'm now silently screaming at myself for being such a damned idiot, and my head is agreeing completely. There are waves and waves of pain, as if somebody had been drilling into my head earlier. I'm trying to block out the world, but-

A group of men and women in white labcoats burst into the room, yelling words that I don't understand. Now I'm screaming at full volume, and two of them come at me, grabbing each of my shoulders and pinning me down against the floor. Though I'm not sure what they're planning on doing to me, but shit, one of them has a syringe.

I'm not exactly sure what happens next, but some part of me screams: "DO SOMETHING, IDIOT,"so that's what I decide to do. And before I know it, I'm breaking through the jacket, though I'm not sure how I did that; and stumbling and pushing past the labcoats, who, for some reason, fall back at the slightest touch, slamming into the walls behind them. I figure it's best not to question how I did that. It appears luck is in my favor, because the heavy door swings open by itself as I walk through it, as if it had read my mind and opened at my will. Throwing open another door, I run through a hallway, turn, another hallway, turn, another hallway, dead end. Fuck. My mind is racing, along with my heart, and right now all I can think of is getting out of this maze of a building, and seeing my family again.

"Oh, you won't be doing that anytime soon."

Hey, haven't I heard that voice before?

"Why, yes, you have, but, I think that's a story we should save for later."

Wait a minute, if I'm thinking to myself, how is the voice responding to me?

"You're an imbecile."

And with that, I'm being flung back, at full speed, and slammed into a wall, being pinned down by some unknown, invisible force. There's some pressure on my throat, as if the thing holding me down is threatening me. Awh, fuck. Well, this sucks.

A woman comes into veiw, and the first thing I notice is her hair. It's lavender, but there are a few streaks of magenta thrown in, and it's down to her knees. It looks nice. Of course, it would look nicer if this woman wasn't currently pointing a knife at my throat. Shit.