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White…all I see is white…

Once again I lean against the upholstered wall that I wish that I could smash open with my bare fists. However, the marks of rusted red on the walls and the crusted bandages on my hands already indicate my futile attempts…
…I hear my voice scream till my eardrums go numb….
They can’t hear me...That’s why they put me here, you know. So they can shut me in and shut me up away from them, away from the world….That’s why bound my arms and locked me into a prison of endless white clouds...All I see is white…
…I close my eyes and embrace the sweet relief of black just so I could escape the bleak nothingness…only to take solace in another form of blank torture. I try to imagine it was like before this, but my memory remains just as empty as the closing walls around me…
…Moisture forms in the corners of my eyes in frustration, in anger, in hopelessness; I want to go home! ...Even though I do not quite remember what or where home was, I’m sure it is a hell of a lot better than this place. Did I have a life? ...A home? ...A family? …A job, at least?! My questions bounce from one wall to the other, trapping away any answer that could possibly come and bring some comfort to my already troubled mind. But from my time here, I only know one thing. Whatever put me here cannot be any worse than the way I am now…
…I hear a click…voices, the only I have heard in the past three days…Arms seize me and someone’s thick fingers undo the lacings on the sheath that binds me…Freedom! I open my eyes and move my arms to feel the cool air that had neglected them; the hands grip me tighter as the sharp pain of a needle pierces my veins…
My vision fades…
            I sleep…
                   I wake…
                        …White…all I see…is white…