"No! Stop this, please! Get out! Get away from me!" I scream as I frantically back into the corner. I gather my golden locks into my sweaty palms and pull on them, my knuckles turning a ghostly white. My eyes are squeezed tightly shut, but I can still distinguish their array of sneakers scuffing the linoleum floor as they run into my room. The array of familiar doctors and nurses that reside in my wing heave me onto my bed as I continue to thrash and push against them, caught in my panic. As they quickly shove me into a straitjacket and use the heave duty straps made specially for my bed to secure me, I am hardly aware of the nurse next to me. She has already given me 6 milligrams of morphine intravenously before I even notice my muscles giving in to the medication and weakening. The world around me begins to blur and fade into random streaks and shapes. Just as soon as the attack came, it was gone, leaving me to dread when the next one would come, and the same "routine" would follow.
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The Asylum
FanfictionAlex struggles to find her way to keep cool after returning to a mental Asylum. She soon finds two different love interests and is caught in a swirling love triangle until one of the boys brings back a horrible memory of her past. A choice made, Ale...
