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It has been 1 year since the first time they came to me.  

There were no words to describe the feeling they gave 

me.   Horror, isolation, reluctance, I couldn’t put my 

finger on it.   Death, that was the feeling.   Making my 

heart pulse faster and faster every second I let them in.  

In a way it was lonely, but after a while they comforted 

me.   All I heard at night was the sounds of their voice.  

The deep, scratchy voices of those creatures kept 

screaming at me.   Yelling, striving for me to let them in.  

I had no clue where I was.   Yet I knew it was somewhere 

desolate and lonely. 

 “Am I dreaming?” I thought as I stood up, stumbling to 

find balance and something to grab onto.   Finally, I saw a 

cut out rectangle that showed light through it.   I scrambled 

towards it with a feeling of omen.   My hand wouldnt fit 

through it, it was separated by 4 cold metal bars.   I sat 

back down.   “Why can’t I remember where I am?   Have I 

been kidnapped?   What day is it?”, my head swarmed with 

questions like bees protecting their hive.   “Help!” I 

screamed at the top of my voice.   No words seemed to 

come out.   That whole day, or couple days was spent trying 

to communicate with someone, or something.   Water, I 

needed water. Also, I needed food, my stomach ached and 

my head was pounding.   I fell asleep, again.

    Finally, I was in light and the smell of the room was 

no longer musty and cold.   I looked around and 

discovered I was in an office.   My wrists, why were my 

wrists covered in bandages?   There was blood on the 

sleeve of my white gown.   “What happened? Was I 

tortured? Who did this to me?”, my head hurt again 

with all of the different thoughts passing through it. 

A man walked into the office with a lab coat on.   “Are you here to 

help me? Someone has kidnapped me and tortured me,   do you 

see what they have done?” 

“Do you realize why you are here?” he replied wearily. 

“Yes, so you can help me, right?”

“Correct, I am here to help you, but I don’t think it is for the 

reason you are thinking.”

“I am confused. Can you please tell me what is going on. I have 

no idea how I got here.”

“You don’t remember that you tried killing yourself?” he replied 

confused.

There was a brief pause before I started hyperventilating.  

I dashed out of the room into a dirty hallway with 

flickering lights and large steel doors with cut out 

rectangles and bars on them.   One, two, three, four, five, 

I counted the doors as I ran down the hallway.   Six, 

seven, eight, nine, ten, they went on forever.   How many 

people can they be torturing in here without getting 

caught, I thought to myself.   Actually who are ‘they’ 

anyways?   More questions circled widely inside my head.  

At the end of the hallway was a small woman curled up in 

a ball next to two huge, metal doors with no windows.   I 

darted to her and started asking every question on my 

mind.   It was then when I saw her face.   She was old and 

dirty, as if she were a homeless person on the side of the 

road.   There was something different about her.   Her eyes 

lacked innocence and love. Immediately I tried the doors. 

Locked, they were both locked.   “Why are they keeping us 

here?” I screamed as black and grey shadows scurried 

down the hallway hissing and moaning out of pain.   Before 

they came over top of me as if drowning me in the endless 

sorrow and agony, I saw a face.   I’ve never seen it before, 

yet it seemed so familiar. Yet again, I fell asleep.

I awoke to an ear-piercing scream coming from the hallway.   I 

was in a dark room with only a rectangle cut out and 4 cold 

bars covering it.   I peered into the hallway with a foreboding 

feeling, one of the lights had gone off.   There were white 

gowns covering the floor.   I glanced to my left, there was no 

one there.   I glanced to my right, no one there.   The corridor 

was completely empty.   “Ahhh” I pounced back as the face of 

the devil appeared.   It wasn’t your ordinary, red faced, pointed 

tail type of devil, but an ‘innocent’ old lady.   Not many people 

can say they have seen the devil, before today I haven’t 

either.   Wait, what happened yesterday? Where am I? the 

questions crashed around in my thoughts like the ocean in a 

storm.   I fell asleep.

“Wake up!”, there was a strange man roaring at me from 

behind a cut out rectangle   with 4 bars in it. I scurried from the 

dirty wet ground I woke from, to in front of the rectangle. He 

opened the door and with no mercy, latched handcuffs onto my 

unwashed bloody wrists. “Where are you taking me?”,I asked as 

he drug me along the empty hallway.

“You are sick, and confused. I am taking you to be fixed.”

“Sick? ”, I responded with absolute terror.

“Hush child. I am taking you to a safe place, with medicine that 

will fix the sin you have become”, he slurred his words as he 

spoke.

I shut my mouth and didn’t talk until I was forced into a small 

room with one large, flickering,   light and one small wooden 

chair.   I sat on the chair for what seemed was forever until a 

small lady with an egg shaped head came in with a cart with 

mechanical devices and a gurney like bed.  

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