I felt something cold brush against my forehead and then it was gone. The only thing I heard or felt after that was a little shuffling then it was over and silent.
The thing about chloroasmatosin is, it's only a weaker form of paralysis. It's chemicals spread through out your system until it's completely coated your nerve core... the left and bottom portion of the brain that controls movement, balance, and coordination. And to speed up the process it flows through your blood system to your spine, another large portion of your nervous system. Therefore, it is a form of paralysis just not as strong. It's only meant to last for an hour or so but here they would give you 3 pints of it just to make you go to sleep. It's also one of the main causes of death in asylums and mental institutions. And before you call me a nerd I have to ask, If you found out the court was sending you to a mental hospital/institute wouldn't you try to find out what they do there? Exactly.
I tried to open my eyes but apparently, the chloroasmatosin wasn't having that. I inwardly sighed and almost wished that the chemical concoction really made you go to sleep. I hated not being in control of my body. All I was capable of was not going to sleep but eventually the mind numbing chemical would wear off and I would be back in control... mostly... Strait Jackets don't really give you much to be in control of. Speaking of strait jackets... I was going to try to burn this one. My nose started to get itchy and I couldn't even twitch my nose. I mentally groaned and just tried for sleep since it was the only thing that could come from this situation.
* Into his dream *
I could see myself holding a lighter and standing in the middle of my mom's bathroom. This was the first chapter of my sadistic and depressing downfall of a life. Dream-me clicked the lighter and stared at the flames in awe. Yeah... fire's cool, now..., I thought. I remembered how I felt at the time. I knew I was doing wrong but it was so fascinating to see the flames dance around the metal tip of the lighter. I enjoyed watching the differing colors and knowing that they represented the temperature of the flame. I wondered what would the flame would look like on something else. At this moment, watching myself, I felt the same wonder, fascination, and slight fear I felt when I lived this moment years ago. But, this time, it was different. I knew I was watching myself ruin my life right in front of me and could do nothing about it. I felt hollow. But again, there was still some of the feeling I felt before.
Dream-me held the lighter to his palm. The flame licked his palm and he smiled as it spread on his skin. I remembered it felt like a warm blanket spreading on my skin. I watched in a mix of amazement and slight worry as the flame grew on my hand and spread to my forearms. I was shocked it wasn't leaving a mark or hurting me. But now I know it was hurting me. Just not at that moment. It didn't ruin my skin. While I was burning my hands and arms I was also burning my sanity. I was slowly driving myself mad. I could faintly hear footsteps but couldn't bother to put out the flame that was caressing my skin.
The door opened and my mother screamed and that's when I woke up with a loud whimper.
I was breathing heavy and on the verge of tears. I felt my head spinning and a serious wave of nausea. I turned my head and a kid who was smaller than me but look around my age was watching me from the corner. I turned away and puked all over my lap. I couldn't wipe my mouth, clean off my lap, or even move. I couldn't do anything! I started to become overwhelmed and panicked and I started to cry softly. The kid on the corner scooted closer and watched me with worry.
