I lie awake in bed, unable to sleep yet again. I try to keep focused on counting the ceiling tiles yet again, but lose count when the first footsteps fall in the hallway beyond my room. I grind my teeth slowly, trying to keep the familiar bubble of cold terror from rising higher in my chest.
He's here. Right behind the wooden door, nothing at all to stop him. I jump from my bed, running towards the window and diving out in a hail of glass. As I slam into the ground, I feel the rush of air leaving my lungs. I gasp for breath, scrambling in the calm, cool air to get back to my feet...
My vision grays. My head swims. I roll over, I see him he's coming he's got the needle and itsinmyarm... I'm falling slowly, my body is j e l l y
I'm awake again. Groggy, heavy limbed, and SO MUCH PAIN. Why does it hurt so much? I twist and I turn, but I'm restrained?What is this? I don't remember...anything. Except for
Him. Why does he do this? He tortures me, chases me and backs me into a corner. I always wake up like this. He smiles, waving the needle at me and saying something softly. Too softly for me to hear, in fact. Wait, is that me screaming? It's too hard to tell, because I'm falling asleep again...
When I wake up, I'm okay again...the doctor comes in, he gives me my medicine, and I go for lunch. The medicine numbs my mind, calms my thoughts. It's what keeps me alive in the asylum. The darkest place isn't tangible, because it is in your mind.