Straight Jacket

"It's all a haze, a blur, a flash... and then you awaken yourself. You don't remember anything but the unclear images in your peripheral vision as you're running from something you can't reach... or perhaps you're running from something that can't reach you. You have no recollection of coming to a halt, no memory of running out of breath or becoming too tired that your bones and muscles refuse to function anymore. You just keep running.." my voice cracks unattractively.
"And then?" he questions, his uncomfortable stare boring into mine.
"And then i wake up."
For months, Alessiana Crivello is held behind the bars and stained windows of a place that has both been tremendously building her wisdom and treacherously breaking her down bit by bit to the burning core of her mental occupancy. She is certain that she has done nothing wrong to end up in such a cruel unstable sanitarium where she is held responsible for crimes and inconveniences she has not committed . This was the first week. As the quick and easy days seldom come by, Alessiana soon realized that there is more to herself she has yet to uncover, more to herself she that she was so certain she knew before. She begins to find that nothing is as it seems, that she can't trust anyone, not even her own flesh and blood. The realization that being in this brutal mental institute has ripped her of her humanity, torn down every layer she thought she knew of , not only herself but others too.
She also knows that something is off.. Terribly off. and the closer gets to the truth, the closer she is of losing all control of herself in all forms, as well as others.