My eyes snap open. My hands are cold and clammy but the rest of my body is soaked in sweat. I cant stop my body from shaking and i dont quite understand where i am. I look around the room... The blood-soaked walls, the ghostly figures in the corners, the rotting bodies scattered around the floor, the flashing lights. My throat is dry and my vocal chords are dead. I must've been screaming. Suddenly, a figure bursts through the door, screaming something I can't comprehend. I scream back and it lunges towards me, grabbing my wrists and forcing them down onto the bed. I scream and fight against its strength as my body continues to shake and sweat. I feel a slight jabbing pain in my left arm, a pain I know too well. I calm down as I wait to drift into the familiar, medicated sleep I experience often.....
My legs are stiff and my eyelids feel a million tonnes heavier but I manage to slowly open them anyway. I look around me at the soft padded walls and listen to the soothing sound of 500 screaming inmates. I cuddle up in my cosy straight jacket and close my eyes once more as a slight smile lifts the corners of my mouth. It's good to be home.
