Darkness was fast descending upon me, but there was no-one here to help me only those out to hurt me. Ironically there were people running around to finish me off and i sat watching my own blood swim across the linolium floor.
The shouting, begging and crying seared through my head like a burning pain i had no control over. And then, one single scream betrayed my presence, if i didnt move now it would be all over. Quickly i jumped to my feet as best i could and fled from where i was, my pool of warm blood indicating my recent collapse. But my wounds let me down further, the trail of blood was easy to follow on a white lino floor (come to think of it everything was white in here) and the pain was disabling me fast, as my senses shut down to prolong life. I think they had wanted to help me at one point but i just couldnt remember much. But still i couldnt think of why they had hurt me. I needed to escape from this hell with flourescent lights. Then like a bullet tearing through my weak flesh they caught me and pulled me to the ground, sticking needles in my sides and binding me with tranquilisers. Encroaching black making me dizzy and weak, disoriented i swung and lashed out hitting nothing but soft, gentle air. And once more i fell, once more i lost the fight, once more i fled consciousness and lost my sight…….. into a distant realm…….sleep…….I awoke to find my arms behind my back, glaring white stained red blinding me and a raging pain crashing through my body, drugs still coarsing through my veins. So much for being good….but at least my memory had returned. They didnt hurt me…….i hurt myself……i tried to kill myself. They caught me and forced me back into this corpse animating my soul.Its true what they say isn’t it…………………………..iF aT FiRST You DoN’T SuCCeeD TRY, TRY, TRY aGaiN