Friday, 18 April 2014
09:30:47 PM (GMT)
They took me down the halls of this strange place. I couldn't understand why my mom
has brought me here. She said I was crazy but I'm not the crazy one. She is. I swear
she just wanted me out of the house. I looked into the rooms of the other patients.
One patient slammed his hands against the door and pressed his head against the
"I can smell your fear," he smirked as he started to laugh. I look at the doctor
bringing me down to the surgery room, and swallowed hard. Where were they taking me?
I've been here for a week and already, I had a feeling they were going to get rid of
me. One of the doctors asked "what's your name?"
"Alice..." I replied. They knew my name. Why ask if they knew my name? Despite
nodding, he didn't seem to react much to my name. He didn't even write anything on
his little clipboard thing that he writes everything on. I wanted to see my
psychologist so therefore they could knock some sense into these idiot doctors. I
wasn't crazy so why were they doing this to me?
They brought me into the surgery room and started to strap me down to a table. I
fought against them but they held my arms down as they did so.
"I'm not crazy!" I screamed. They didn't seem to listen. Why was I brought to this
place? They were the crazy ones! Not me! I needed to leave this Hell before... before
it was too late.
My eyes caught the needle one of the nurses held in her hand and I screamed bloody
murder. They were going to kill me. I wasn't crazy. Why wouldn't they listen to me?
This had to be a dream. Tears ran down my cheek as I saw the nurse tap the needle and
pull up my sleeve to show my scarred wrist. I heard one of the doctors say "its time
to put down this freak."
"No! Someone help!! Please! Someone come save me!!" I squirmed as I tried to get free
of the straps. As soon as I felt the needle enter my veins, I knew I had lost this
battle. No one could save me at this point. I felt my nervous system shut down and
soon after, everything else. It was as if I was an empty vessel.
Where was I? Who am I? These thoughts ran through my head. I felt like I should know
but I couldn't remember.
The doctor then asked "who are you?"
I couldn't even remember how to speak. I stared at the doctor with an emotionless
face and finally was able to form the word "nobody..."
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