Why Am I Here?
White walls, white floor, white ceiling. People in white clothes. Long white corridors. Blank expressionless faces. The screams at night. It never stops, never changes.
Why am I here?
I don't want to be here.
I don't belong here.
You must understand that.
I keep telling them; the doctors and nurses that come to visit me. Keep telling them over and over again. But do they listen? No of course not. They're just here to do their job. To prod and poke at me and make assumptions on my mental state.
I'm trapped here. In this padded room, unable to move my arms as a jacket keeps them trapped. No one to come visit me as I have no family left that care about me anymore.
'Insane' they call me. 'No hope' of recovery. 'Lost in their own mind.' I can hear them on the other side of the door. Speaking to each other, as if I couldn't hear them. As if I couldn't understand them at all. Idiots.
They think I have delusions. Hallucinations of a warped reality. But they just can't see. Their eyes are blind to the other world. The anti-world. A world you would be glad to never know. But it's not the only one of its kind, not at all. The exact number I don't know but there are many. Each one as individual as our own world. Each one running parallel to us.
I guess you're here to hear me ramble on I suppose? Just like the rest of them in here; it goes in one ear and straight out of the other. You're just another doctor aren't you? The coat gives it away. I suppose you want me to start from the beginning then don't you? If that is what you're here for. Yeah? Blimey, I didn't expect that. Just who the hell are you?
Okay okay! There is no need to get defensive about it.
Right, okay, I'll get talking.
