Is it that my brain is decaying? Is it why I am here? He keeps on coming back; I can't get rid of him. What if he is buried in my mind?
The door, it's slowly, silently opening. There he is with a wheel chair. These other people with white uniform march in. He must be the puppet master of everything. Maybe even me?
I am grabbed roughly by several white gloved hands. I scream "let me go" and the walls disintegrate, peeling away from this fragment of reality.
The squeeking. It's the swing again and there he is just standing there. He still has the wheel chair. I don't know what to do. Panic? Run? He is coming towards me! I can't move; it's as if my legs are glued to the ground.
As he inches closer to me the left wheel on the chair lets out a piercing scream. I still can't fucking move. "GO AWAY" I scream, but still he draws closer and closer towards me, passing by me and then comming up behind me. I'm still yelling for him to leave me alone when i feel a cold hand slam down on my shoulder forcing me into the seat of the wheelchair.
Long, dark hallway. Dismally lit. Where am I? Walls, bare stone. I recognise it. Why?
