What happened then

I wasn't me anymore. I hadn't been since that night. What happened? I have no clue. All I know is when I woke up, nothing was right. My clothes were across the room, my phone broken on the floor, my wrists sore from fighting against restraints. I was covered in blood, and had bruises everywhere.

That was months ago, now I sit in a dull grey room, with bright white furniture, and my only friend, the clock. I sat in the chair I always sat at, while the seconds drained away. Tick, tock. And the lady stared at me with her same blank expression as always, trying to poke and dig through my brain, but to avail. I had not said a word since that night. And no one knows what's going through my head, sadly neither do I.