Tears streaming their way out.
The usual pathetic question.
'Are you okay?'
Physically?
Yes.
Mentally?
No.
*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*
Cold chains pinning me down to the bed.
Restrained.
Rattling my way to freedom;
Will only lead to punishment.
Needles pinching parts of my body I never even knew existed.
Emotionless strangers yelling at me to stay still; asking colleagues for support.
Screams.
Everywhere.
Screams of pain?
No.
Screams of insanity.
My memory is blanked.
Why am I here?
I'm insane.
