"Ah, she rises!" A voice above me says cheerfully. I lift my eyelids and jump when I am met with Nurse Penny leaning over me, inspecting my features to see if I am alright.
"What happened?" I ask, turning away from her overly-perky attitude.
"You ran again. They shot you. Again. You have to stop doing this, Chloe!"
"I know." I reply, sighing as I stare at the small plant next to my hospital bed. It frightens me, just as everything else does. I can feel a panic attack coming on, and I try to resist it, but to no avail.
I thrash in the rickety metal bed, attempting to pull myself up into a sitting position. Eventually, I feel my wrists begin to burn, and when I look down at my hands, reality hits. I am bound to the bed.
Nurse Penny has stepped back, and I can see that she is trembling slightly, as afraid of me as I am of them.
"Ah! So you remembered!" They say, and I shudder at the horrid memories of this morning- being ripped from my own body and forced to watch as I tortured myself. I start to thrash again, until I remember just how scared Nurse Penny had looked. I shoot a glance towards her now-pale face, and let out a long sigh. I don't want to be afraid, but I can't help it.
"What were you talking about?" She finally manages to ask.
"Huh?" I reply.
"You don't have a window in your room." She says.
I know that my hands are tied up, but I feel the urge to run away again. I have to get out, and NOW! I squirm until my muscles are worn and my skin in raw, but even then I don't stop fighting.
"LET ME OUT!!!!" I scream, "I HAVE A WINDOW!!!"
"No you don't,Chloe," They say, "Cynthia does."
Out of the corner of my eye I can spot Nurse penny slowly inching towards the big red button that will send me into slumber. I am too worn out to tell her to stop, that everything will be alright, that I'm fine now. I watch her close her hand in on the button and press down, and I watch as the drugs go into the tube, and slowly drip into my body.
"Goodnight." Nurse Penny whispers. The last thing I hear is her unlocking the door, and metal clanging as I reflexively fight off the sleep.
Resistance is futile.
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Asylum
Teen FictionShe lives in two insanity institutions. She sleeps in two different rooms. She has two different names. She takes two different types of medications She is insane, in two different ways If she doesn't figure out which world is the real one, and so...
