Nothing Hidden

I'm in a room, a grey room with bricked walls with paint chipping off. The cot I was laying was cold and hard, nothing but a thin linen sheet and a metal toilet bowl in the far corner of the room. The room is drafty and the door looks heavy with a small window, almost like a prison cell,

Where am I?

How'd I get here?

Where's Andrew?

My head is throbbing and I look around at the dull cell. As I try to sit up I feel something heavy and cold holding my leg down....more specifically.....a chain

Wait...w-what the hell

I struggle to get free from the heavy chain and I start to panic.

Mom! Andrew! Please someone!

Something about this scene....this feeling...it seems eerily familiar but this can't be real, this has to be a dream, right? I'll close my eyes and I'll wake up at home, I have too! With that thought I lay my head back down on the cot and squeeze my eyes shut hoping to wake up to mom's high pitched voice