Draw my Eyes

Don't Panic.

Music. It's so close but so distant. Opening my eyes, I picture a blurry, unknown shape; I don't know who he is. 
"Welcome back", he says in a deep voice, "We missed you." 

We?

I'm in a white room, tubes connected to my head and to weird control machines. The music comes from the guy's headphones, just another typical teenage boy. The door unexpectedly opens, making a deafing noise that alter my nerves and so, the machines. Nobody comes inside, and that makes everything just worse.  My mind, my body is out of control and I know it, but on the outside, I'm calm. The machines know what is going on in my inside, and in seconds, they're broken, such as my soul. It was to be expected, all I do is break and damage everything and everyone that surrounds me.

I try to relax myself. Inhale. Exhale. Imagine yourself in a prairie, the sun and the late afternoon breeze kissing your skin, listening to the melodic, shirping birds, I constantly remind myself. It actually works, my heart beat rate is coming back to normal, and now I can breathe. Usually, when I'm in these situations, I need to go out and get some fresh air, but I can't do that when a man-made machine is keeping me alive. Once again, doctors will say that I broke the machines with my sick mind, but it's not my fault, I was born with this illness, and the saddest part about it, is that I will never get rid of it.

"So, how are you?", the guy asks
"Well, waking up in an unknown room, with my brain connected to weird stuff and I guy I've enevr seen in my life were my exact plans for today", I sarcastically reply.

The door unexpectedly opens, the sound echoes bot in the room and in my mind. This time, someone walks in. 

"How are you today, sweetie? Feeling better?", Lizeth asks while she holds my hand. I don't reply, instead, I give her a look, such a look that if my eyes were bullets, she would be dead by now.

                                                                                           ♦♦♦

As I step out of the Control Room a phone starts ringing. I don't know where it comes from, and I don't want to know. Walking, lost in the neverending hallway of this mental hospital. My options are limited and need to be taken cautiously. I get to a black door, a flashback immediatedly falls into my mind, and I know with my 5 senses that going inside is not an option, I will never go back to that weird room. I'm trapped in this hallway, surrounded by two doors, it's my decision to go back from where I came, or to risk my life. 

So I go back.

As I enter the room I just left, I realize that the window is open. Such a perfect escape. I don't waste any more time, and rush through the window. I listen to some birds chirping up high on the branches, and it makes me feel so happy.