I tried to kill myself yesterday, at least I think it was yesterday and by kill myself I mean I tried to break my neck flipping backwards but all I’ve done is given myself back ache.
I couldn’t stand being in here anymore, I couldn’t stand looking up at that damn bright light, this place was making me crazy! I wondered how many of the others were actually sane before coming in here, only to be driven to the edge of madness because of the confined spaces.
I knew what I had to do, I had to get out of here at whatever cost. There was obviously no timeframe I knew of that I’d get some answers, this is no life to live, being stuck in this white padded box. If I died, so what? What ever happens after death has to be better than this hell hole.
I heard the jangling of the keys again, every day around this time, the same jangling, the same whistling. I hated it. He barely knew how to whistle, the prick. As the jangling got closer I ran over to the door, my voice had returned, I began yelling at the top of my voice, booting the door as hard as possible.
“Not this shit again.” I heard from the otherside of the door, the lock on the door clicked as he turned the key, the door flung open, needle in hand the same large black gentleman came at me, I jumped and kicked the needle out of his hand, whoa, where did that come from? Was I Jet Li’s white brother? It stabbed into his leg, I then injected whatever it was inside by crushing the top with my foot.
This angered the man, he swung for me but I ducked out of the way, I ducked again and again. The big guy was starting to get really angry. I hit a roundhouse kick to the side of his big head knocking him down, he charged at me, this time I was unable to get out of the way quick enough, he grabbed me by the throat and lifted me off the floor. I could feel the air escaping my body but not for long as the drugs were finally starting to take effect.
Before long he hit the floor and passed out. I breathed heavily, my first real fight… well since what ever happened to my memory had disappeared. The great oaf left the door wide open, I walk out into the hall. So clean much like the rest of the place, rows upon rows of padded cells covered both sides of the corridor.
I looked through the little window on some of them, most of them were asleep, the cell next door where the screaming was coming from, there hadn’t been any screaming for awhile. As I looked through I could see that he was totally confined, a mask covered his face, his feet pinned down, arms strapped like mine.
Suddenly a deafening alarm went off, red lights flashed throughout the corridor. Perhaps they realised something was wrong as the door was open for too long.
I needed to run… I needed to get OUT of here!