In the darkness of my mind I could hear a whistle. Not from a person but from the wind. Slowly I tried to open my eyes but I could not. Slowly I reached my hands towards my face only to find my eyes were sewn closed by string and ice. I shakenly touched my lips to find them, I touched my teeth they were filed down to points. Slowly and nervously I rolled to my side. I pushed myself up off the ground and stumbled forward a couple of feet only to fall. Something heavy was tight around my right ankle. I turned over and fallowed the chain attached to me to a conrete block or large rock. I couldn't tell what it was exactly I could only tell it was hard, rough and large. I pulled at the chain weakly until I heard someone chuckle. I froze to listen to the sound to tell where they were. Slowly I began to rise up using the rock to help me up. As I stood I could hear the whistling, it must've been the wind. I could feel a weighted pressure around my body. Was I in a body bag, no. A sleeping bag? No, A flash streaked through my mind. It was a straight jacket.
"Who's there?", I yelled as I heard faint chanting.
