I wasn't in my room anymore. I was in a dark, damp room that seemed like it was many stories underground. I was strapped to a bed in the center of the room and was under constant survalence. Ive been here for a month now, and the voices wont stop. Always screaming at me. I just want to fucking die so they will stop.
"Okay. River, are they gone? The voices?" "No. No they, they still they're still-ahh. IM TRYING TO TALK SHUT UP!" I tried to tell the doctor they still yell at me, but they wouldn't let me talk. "Alright." The doctor replys with a sigh following. He walked out of the room and I was back to staring at the hanging light above me, listening to the voices tell me how worthless I am.
The air was cold, it felt like an eternity I was in this unfamiliar room. The light was so bright it was as if I was face to face with the moon. The moon I hadn't seen since before being trapped in my nightmares. It was a long tome before I heard the door unlatched. I expected it to be a doctor with my meds, but it was Richard.
"I'm here to help you. Okay?" He said to me in a not so calm tone of voice. "Alright." I reply. "We need to act fast, or you will- nevermind. You just need to do everything I say." He said nervously. "O-okay." Richard was the only person that I could actually talk normally to.
He put something around my head that attached to a monitor. He then, without hesitation, injected a thick liquid into my arm. It only took minute maybe less than that, but I was unconscious and I didn't want to believe where I was.
