Mentally Suicidal

"Stop, please, no!" I scream to the nurses that strapped my arms and legs down to my small bed. I trashed around, trying to get out of my restrains, but it was useless.

" let me go!" I scream again. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest, almost like it would rip though my chest to get out of my mental body. It would be free from all the needles, panic attacks, weird illusions, and so much more from what I suffer.

"Zayn, are you ready?" One of the nurses said as he held a needle in his hand. I felt my eyes grow in fear as I stare at the syndrome in the long needle. It was a bright blue color, it almost looked like it was glowing. Suddenly it felt like my heart stopped. My body stiffened at the sight of a needle.

Teas stained my tan cheeks as the nurse neared me slowly, trying not to frighten me more than I already was. But with each step closer he took, the more panicked I felt.

"No! Get away from me!" I scream again as he grabbed my arm and stuck the needle in. I scream a whimper, feeling my energy drain from every single part of m body. Pain soon came after.

"Wha--what did yo-you do to m-me?" I barely chocked out, to tired to move anymore.

"Don't worry Zayn, we'll take good care of you"

That was the last thing I head before falling into a dark, painful sleep.

But I know for a fact that voice did not belong to any nurses.