The medicine loses its grip on me for a brief moment, and my eyes flutter open. I find myself in a simple room, with one other empty bed and plain white walls. McClain Hospital. World famous hospital for the mentally ill.
My mind flashes back to how I got here. The screaming. The choking. The texts. Then my refusal to be admitted here out of my own free will. That didn’t change anything of course.
Are my friends outside? I hope against hope that he came. Or Alaina. But they’re not here. They won’t be. As the medicine begins to take over again, I contemplate the real intricacies of how I got here, whose fault it really was-- if anyone’s. Maybe I’m just weak, I wonder until the meds take over and I drift asleep again.