Mid-dreary day, I was dragged by chains with a tough force. The walls separated into halls of categorical characteristics of those around me. Shrieks and loud pounding echoed through every halls, alarms were roaring every now and again, and the grey concrete walls trapped all the pain and tears of the broken. I struggled against the force, screaming until my throat was strained and raw. “Let me go!” I cried. “Just kill me already!” No one listened; no one cared.
I passed by a room blocked by maxi glass and bars. My old schizotypal friend laid upon the room, pushing away the plate of food a wretched old man was giving to him. He snapped and slapped the food away and screamed horridly. The old man immediately struck his head with an axe and the last thing I saw was his blood splattered all over the glass. My body was weighed down by panic and the bodies of those detaining me. They hoist me up and force me to stare at the glass. Squeezing my eyes shut, I screamed and cried. Kicked and struggled. But when I opened them, he was there fully conscious. Like nothing ever happened.
I awoke.
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