As I slowly regained back my consciousness, I carefully examined the room, desperately  looking for clues on where I was taken too. I slowly stood up, trying to be discreet with every movement I made. The room was small, dim, and spine-chilling due the amount of pictures there were of variety of animals hung on each wall. Suddenly, I heard a voice, it was husky and deep, reminding me of my dad and how normal life was just 24 hours ago. I hesitantly turned around, thinking about all the possibilities whom it may be, praying to myself that it wasn’t the same man who kidnapped thousands of kids the day before. As I stepped forward with all the courage I had leftover, my eyes widened with what I was saw. It was a boy who was unconscious who was covered with scars around his face. He looked around my age, however, it was hard to tell from all the dried blood around his facial features. I crouched down and placed my finger under his nose checking to see if he was still breathing. Three hours pass and he finally starts to regain his consciousness as he lifts himself up with his weakened arms, arrogantly rejecting my offer to help him get back up. He lays against the walls, squinting his eyes as he sighs, wishing that this was all a dream. It took awhile for him to face reality, he just sat there for hours, denying the fact that he was no longer with his family and friends.
“You can’t just close your eyes trying to convince yourself that you're not here.” I said.
“Just accept it.” I added.
He didn’t respond. He just sighed once more.
As annoyed as I was, I understood how he was feeling. It was difficult knowing that every second from now, it would be complete torture from being apart with everybody we once knew. It was as if our lives were ripped into a thousand pieces, and was given a new blank sheet of paper, being forced to paint a new lifestyle we didn’t want. Therefore, I let him continue fantasize about living a normal life with people we loved, getting married, having kids, and as I knew it, it was me who was doing the same, eventually falling asleep with the hopes of waking up to what I was dreaming about. Few hours within my sleep, I woke up to a disturbing noise that sounded like nails scratching onto a chalk board, repeatedly. Startled, I quickly woke up searching for anything that could serve me well to ensure my safety, while the guy next to me was still passed out with no clue on what was going on. I looked ahead to find myself staring at a wooden desk that had to be more than one hundred years old from judging by its poor condition. It was chipped, dusty, and almost falling apart, and it was perfect for me to tear off a piece and create a badly made dagger, so that’s what I did. It was poorly made indeed and it was hard to tell if it could even cover me with what kind of danger I might get into in this hell hole, but I couldn’t care less. The eerie noise sparked my inner most anxiety and the bravery that I’ve tried to build for the last eighteen years have been completely destroyed because I was shaking with fear. At that moment, I held onto my humiliating dagger and tried to control the rush of tears that were fogging up my vision of the teenage boy in front of me. Suddenly, a tall man entered the room, staring at me with eyes that looked so familiar that it sent a shiver down my spine. He had a white coat on, glasses, and a hat that looked like a shower cap. Every step he made towards me, I couldn’t help myself but to crawl backwards, trying to keep the equal amount of space since he came in the room.
“Hi. I’m Doctor John, you don’t need to be afraid, I don’t bite.” He slowly said.
I didn’t respond.
“It must be very confusing for you, but I ensure you that we don’t put your safety in danger. We wanted to provide you with a better lifestyle than you previously had.” He compassionately said.
“You’re the last person who would know anything about my life or my past.” I angrily said.
“So, don’t pity me, because my life would be better at home, with my parents and siblings.”
I added.
He just stared at me, puzzled, trying to see if I was honest about what I just said. I glared at him back. trying to gather all the courage I had left in my body.
“So, you’re not content whatsoever about being separated from your over-alcoholic parents, and the overwhelming burden you once had to protect your two younger siblings from the abu-” He suddenly stopped.
My eyes were tearing up once again and I could no longer retain them from falling down my face. The memories were rushing back, all the disputes between my parents, the sad nights, the yelling, the fear. It was too much to handle for the condition I was in, and I wanted to prove that my life was fine without being forcefully put into a room with a boy who only knew how to sleep.. And he was right. I knew that one-fourth of me was thankful for being separated from my parents, and that was the moment where I realized that I indoctrinated myself in efforts to live a better and happier life. As all these thoughts were rushing through my mind, the man just stood still observing me, as if he was trying to get into my thoughts and figure out how I truly feel about being snatched away from all contact with people I once knew.
“So, after realizing that the life you had before isn’t satisfying you, do you still regret being taken away from your community?” He curiously stated.
I was still on my knees with the wooden dagger hidden between my thighs, trembling from the emotions that just hit me in a short amount of time. I didn’t want the man to think that it was okay for him to take children away just for their poor family conditions, it was an immoral practice and it’s something that should be stopped. Therefore, the only thing I had to do was lie about all the pain and torture I went through emotionally and physically from my abusive parents.
“The life that I once had was perfectly fine, and I certainly didn’t need your help. So, I would appreciate it if you took me back to my house.” I stated.
He didn’t respond, he just shook his head for a few minutes as he turned around and headed towards the wooden table. I looked back at the boy, in which at this point, I was convinced that he died from oversleeping. I hurriedly ran towards him trying to wake him up so that I didn’t have to be anxious alone. It felt like hours before he finally woke up with his eyes swollen and confused.
“I’m still here? I thought this could just turn into a dream if I slept enough.” He sadly stated.
I laughed a little, I was shocked to find out that I would ever find anything humourous with the environment I was in, but I guess it was my way of hiding the amount of fear I had in my body.
The boy finally noticed the doctor who was sitting on the wooden desk, his face brightened as the man realized that we were both in our right minds, sort of.
“Oh good, you both are awake! I’ve been waiting to speak to you both for the longest time now, and now the moment has finally arrived.” the man eagerly stated.
“How do you even know me.” the boy angrily yelled..
“And me.” I added.
“Well, I’ve been looking after you both since you were very young, about five years old to be exact, and I observed every hardships you both had to encounter, which plays a dominant role in why you are the person you are today. With this in mind, I was fascinated with the maturity levels you both gained through personal experiences, which made me acknowledge that you both were different.”
“So, you were basically stalking us for our whole lives?” the boy arrogantly asked.
“Stalking? sure, if you want to perceive it in such a degrading way, however, I look at it is as admiring your talents.” the man admiringly said.
“I don’t understand what talents you’re talking about.” I said annoyingly.
I was sitting down, more relaxed than before, next to the boy who was still at ease due to the unfamiliarity of the room because he was asleep most of the time until now.
“Don’t worry, you soon will see why this “immoral” tradition of November 1st is greatly appreciated for children like you.” the man lovingly said.
“First, just follow me, and I will show you all the answers to your questions.” the man added.
The boy and I just stared at each other, asking ourselves if we should risk our safety even more by willingly walking out of the small white room, increasing the probability of our potential deaths.
“How do we know you’re not here to hurt us?” the boy asked curiously.
The man sighed, “Trust me, I am the last person who would ever hurt you, just please, follow me, and I will answer all of your questions in one simple video.” the man said.
It took awhile for us to accept his request, not knowing what the man’s true motives were. However, I realized that being stuck in a room for the rest of my life would be equally as bad as death, and the boy agreed, so we ultimately stood up and agreed to follow him.
We walked a few inches behind the man, walking closely as if we knew each other for years while supporting each other with motivational pep talks that we weren't going to die. It was a long dark hallway that leaded us out the door of the small depressing room, and it took forever for us to finally reach our destination. The man held out his hand towards a metal door, smiling, ensuring us that it was safe.
“Here we are, behind these doors, are the answers to all the mysteries you had once came across at one point in your lifetime. This will help you understand who you are and how different you are from the others in your communities. Now, don’t be afraid, just go in.” He stated encouragingly.
I pushed the doors open, appalled with what I saw. I couldn’t help but not breath, trying to  persuade myself that all of this was just a dream, a long continuous dream. However, it wasn’t, and what I was before my eyes were completely real. It was breathtaking. It was a large room, with T.V. screens placed on every inch of the wall, there was no sight of any actual walls left in the room, it was just covered with screens from wall to wall, playing videos of my past since I was five until I was kidnapped four months ago. I stood there, forced to rewatch all the painful memories on more than hundreds of screens,and within seconds, the thoughts that I once tried so hard to erase came rushing back, causing my brain to slowly shut down as I slowly felt my heart drop to my knees. I stared at the millions of screens ahead of me as my parents were throwing kitchenware across the living room and flipping around all the furniture they went across to point their dominance. It was heartbreaking to realize that the four months that I was gone, nothing has changed. Nothing. Suddenly, my younger brother came on screen, about half the size of my parents, he tried controlling the two, as if their maturity level has switched. I knew that he was trying to do it for my sister, because she would have the hardest time with the sight of my parents drunk fighting.  My eyes watered, I knew that with me no longer there, my eight year old brother had to take my place and be the strongest in the house, to take control. It was then, when I realized the burden I’ve had to carry until now, making me more appreciated a little more of where I am now.

The boy stood there with his mouth opened, staring at me. He was probably shocked about how insane my family was or amazed that I’m even mentally and emotionally stable, but the truth was, I’m not. I was embarrassed that the boy discovered my past, something that I’ve tried to hide from anybody, even my closest friends. The screens finally turned black, and the torture has finally came to an end. Thank God.
“Now, since we got to see a bit of Rachel’s life, I guess it’s your turn, Michael.” the man proudly said.
I wondered how the man knew my name, our names, but I figured he knew more than I knew about myself because of all the records he had of my past. I imagined him watching these videos, jotting down notes of how pathetic I looked and how pitiful I was. It made me cringe with anger. I turned towards to the bo- I mean, Michael, and looked to see how he was feeling about his life about to unravel in front of a person he met just yesterday, and he was surprisingly calm. I turned back at the screen as it slowly fades back into color. He was sitting on the couch staring at a T.V. screen that wasn’t turned on with a yellow folder in his hand. I could tell he was trying to hold back his tears from the way he was clenching his lips with anger, trying not to show a hint of weakness or vulnerability. As his parents came in the room, he hid the envelope behind his back, and continued staring at the blank television screen with foggy eyes. His mom stood in front of him, ranting about how he doesn’t deserve a life that he’s living, how unuseful he is to everyone around him, how he wouldn’t be missed if he suddenly disappeared in thin air. I stood there staring at him, trying not to show any pity because I knew I wouldn’t want the same from him, so I just stared. He turned his head and our eyes met. In that moment, I felt some kind of chemistry flowing between us from the experiences that we’d went through until now, and the pain that shaped the insecure teens we are today. We were both broken and in pain, so it served as a fundamental tool for us to become each other’s safety network until the time we figured out a way from this prison. It felt like hours that we held our eye contact, but it was just minutes as the clip came to an abrupt end by the men clearly aware of our absent-mindedness.
“So, now that both of you are aware of why you were chosen to come here, and participate in the annual November 1st ritual, do you guys have any unanswered questions that you want to ask?” He kindly asked.
It took us awhile to stop staring at each other, as awkward as that may sound, but we were mentally aware that we were able to trust each other, because we were alike.
“What are you planning to do with us?” Michael curiously asked.
“Like I said before, I’m not here to hurt you guys, I just wanted to offer you both a better and happier lifestyle here, with your new family.” the man confidently stated.
“what family, we don’t have anymore, remember?” Michael arrogantly yelled.
“The kids that have been kidnapped and taken here are brought for a reason, and you both already are aware why you are here, right? There are more of kids, just like you guys, in a different departments and they are going to be your new family. However, the two of you come from similar households so we thought we would have you both in the same introductory period before all of you guys meet.” the man explained
“new family? I don’t even like my current one, what make you think I’m going to like a group of kidnapped kids as my family. And what the hell is an introductory period?” I asked frustratedly.
“You guys will soon find out.” the man said creepily.
He lead us back inside the white room and locked us inside. It was surprisingly not as awkward between Michael and I as we talked about how our lives were back in our communities, mostly about the positive experiences that we missed the most. Hours passed, and we were still focused on each other, finding out almost every detail in our lives excluding all the personal depressing issues. We both knew that things at home were insane, so we avoided that topic and talked about movies, friends, gossip, and etc which made us forget that we were ever kidnapped. It was as if we knew each other for years and finally met for the first time in years, and it felt great. As I was telling him the story of the girl who met a boy from a different community who fall in love, he began to fall asleep. I was amazed at how someone could have that much sleep in a day, but I couldn’t help but smile because I knew that I had someone to experience the unknown horrors that may be ahead for me in this hell hole. However, at this moment, I was happy. It was shocking to feel so vulnerable and open up to someone that I just met, but he made me forget all the memories back at home, and it made me feel normal. It was then where I felt confident that we were safe here than back at home if we had each other. With that in mind, I slept a peaceful sleep for the first time in months.

I woke up to and saw Michael still asleep, per usual. He looked more peaceful than the few days we’ve been here or maybe he was just having a good dream to escape from reality. However, I took this as an opportunity for me to grow and surpass the things that were holding me back from my full potential from my life back at home. I began to look past the horrific rumors that were always spread at home about November 1st because I knew either way, I would have to accept the new life priviledge that I have now and I decided the earlier the better. The man with the white coat finally entered the room with a mysterious smile on his face that always sends chills down my back. He came closer to Michael and I and leaned towards us, with a weird sparkle in his eyes.
“Today is your lucky day.” He stated optimistically.
I elbowed Michael to wake up and he slowly returned back to reality. He was silent for awhile as his eyes were squinting from the sudden brightness of the room. As he realized the man was present, he grabbed my wrist in efforts of trying to protect me if anything happened. We became each other’s safety network in a matter of hours, and it reassured me of my safety here with him  here.
“What now?” Michael stated still half asleep.
“You both have the priviledge to get released today to meet the others.” the man stated.
“When? Where?” I eagerly asked.
I was surprisingly happy to be able to see more people and be able to live a normal life again, not that being stuck with a guy I just met in an isolated white run was horrible or anything.
“Now. Lets go.” the man said smiling, holding out his hand.
I dodged his hand and stood up myself. I couldn’t tell if Michael was appreciative of anything that happened to him since we got here, but I hoped to think that he was having a better time with me than being abused back at home. We were lead out into the creepy hallway once again and entered another room that was triple the size of the previous room Michael and I were stuck in. I could feel my jaw dropping from the moment I entered the room, because itt was nothing as I imagined it to be. The room was dripping in gold, filled with luxurious food that I never even knew existed, the roof were filled with chandeliers, and the people who were previously brought here years ago were dressed in gowns and suites as if we traveled back in history and were part of the royal family. All of the sudden all of the questions that were in my mind changed to completely new ones, and I was lost for words. The man chuckled at our shocked faces.
“You see, we didn’t mean to harm you in anyway. We just wanted to provide you both with a better lifestyle that you guys deserve than the ones back at home.” he proudly stated.
It was a lifestyle that surpassed all of my expectations and it was easy for me gladly accept it, unlike Michael.
“So, you’re saying that you brought all of us here because of the hardships the government videotaped, which I thought was illegal, to provide us with a better and healthier way of living?” Michael asked angrily.
“In more simpler words, I suppose. However, it’s much more complex than that Michael.” the man stated.
Michael just stood glaring at what was before him, hard to believe that all of this was even surreal.
“I’m sorry, but it’s hard to not find all this fake. To make things seem less inhumane from all the shootings and deaths that occur on November 1st to bring people here, which obviously has to benefit the government in some messed up way.” Michael confidently stated.
I was dumbfounded to hear what Michael had to say because it made me realize how materialistic I was. I didn’t think about how the lives that were lost in order for us to be here, with everything that people back at our communities doesn’t even know that existed. As my thoughts were again swirling around my chaotic mind, the man interrupted by adding to what Michael had said.
“I’m sorry you view it that way.” the man abruptly stated.
He glared at him for awhile, as if he was caught in his mischievous plan, and quickly walked out the room. Michael headed towards the long velvet colored tables that were filled with rose petals and variety of food that were prepared for us. All I could do was shamelessly look down on myself for being appreciative of something that was made from more than hundreds of people killed. I looked around and saw that everyone here was having a good time, smiling and laughing. Some were dancing to songs that were unreasonably playing too loudly and others were getting drunk with friends over nicely made turkey. It was hard not to be thankful for being brought here, but some parts of me just wanted to be back at home because it was the normal thing that I should do, or it was the way I should be thinking. However, in that moment, I wanted to tell Michael how thankful we should be for those who got killed for us to be here, away from our families, so that we could finally be actually happy, but it was hard too. It was something that my mind wanted to say, but I knew that Michael was doing the right thing by hating what was forcefully given to him, and I wish I could too.
“Michael, we haven't eaten much since we got here, we should go eat.” I quietly said.
“You eat.” He annoyingly stated.
I rolled my eyes and headed towards the buffet where there were too many options for me to choose what to eat. I knew that if I didn’t force Michael to eat, he would die from starvation so I went back with two plates overstacked with food.
“Michael, eat.” I demanded.
He looked up and stared at the amount of food I brought.
“You realize that our families are basically starving back at home, right?” he obnoxiously asked.
“Yes, I get it. You hate it here and you want to go back to wherever you came from. In order to do that, you have to eat and get energy so that we could actually escape here. So please, just eat.” I begged.
“We?” he curiously asked.
I nodded my head and began to eat knowing that it could be the last time I’m here, and he did too. It took us about 30 minutes to finish our meal and we sat still from our filled stomachs unable to move. I started to smile because of how clean Michael’s plate was, and the thought that he actually denied to eat was ridiculous compared to how much he consumed in such a short amount of time. We were both getting used to the environment here because we decided to enjoy it for atleast a day before we create a plan to escape. As we were talking over dessert, a loud beeping started and a rush of armed men, the same ones who kidnapped all of us, came rushing into the doors.
“We have an announcement to make.” A tall dark soldier yelled.
“To the 80 of you who just joined the group, welcome. Here, there are not a lot of rules that you must follow, but just three. If anyone violates these rules, they will face an ultimate punishment: death. However, don’t be afraid, they’re not hard to follow with the circumstances that are given to you here at your luxurious stay. One: Do not create conflict with those who are here. Two: Do not try to keep in contact with your family. Three: Do not try to escape.” He continued.
Everyone began talking once again after he made a signal for all the soldiers to leave the room, and MIchael and I stared at each other, knowing that the plan that we would make tonight has to be a good one or we could be dead within the next 24 hours.

I was surprisingly used to being here now, even though it hasn’t been a full week yet. I couldn’t imagine Michael not being here with me as I imagined how scarier it would be to experience everything alone. However, we were inseparable and it made me feel the safest than I ever felt. Maybe it was  because we both came from such similar backgrounds or just because we had an unspoken understanding of each other that made us want to protect one another. Either way, I wasn’t sure why I agreed to leave a place so beautiful, but I did, and I was just hoping that I die at least after my 18th birthday next month, but the chances were very slim. We were still sitting down on the table where we ate, trying to think of ideas where it could lead to our potential death. I could tell Michael was frustrated because of the lack of contribution I was giving, but I couldn’t hide the fact that a part of me wanted to stay, even if we were being secretly used as the government's puppets, I just wanted to continue living here and be treated as royalty. I knew it was wrong of me, but I deserved atleast this much from all the hell I went through for the last 17 years at home, and Michael did too. I just wanted to give Michael a reason to be appreciative of everything that was given to us, even if thousands of people died for it, they just gave us more of a reason to not leave because then they just died for nothing. It was a selfish way to think but it was reasonable.
“Michael…?” I quietly said.
Michael was still laying his head on the table, trying to think of ideas in which we could escape. He didn’t move, he just sighed.
“Did you think of something?” he sighed.
I took awhile to reply because I knew that what I was going to say next would catch him off guard.
“Do you really want to leave? You don’t think you’re going to regret leaving a place that you didn’t even imagine existed because it was all too good to be true?” I hesitantly asked.
Michael slowly looked up his eyes sharp, our eyes met and his eyes became cold.
“Do you really want to stay? You don’t care that some families, cousins. and siblings that haven’t even lived their lives died for the sake of us being here, in this ridiculous place where 11 different meats are offered while back at home, our families and friends are starving?” he yelled.
I felt my cheeks burning from anger and I wanted to name all the reasons why I’m thinking the way I am, that I’m not as arrogant that I may seem, but I couldn’t. I don’t know why. All the thoughts that were rushing through my mind on why I should stay just disappeared by the sight of Michael tearing up.
“.....Why do you care so much? Your parents were abusive. They’re the reason why you’re… we’re mentally and physically tired and drained. And you still care for them?” I asked.
“ I know it seems weird, but yeah. It was wrong for them to treat us like the way they did, especially my parents. However, they still had their moments where they were vulnerable as parents, and made me understand that they tried to be good to me. I don’t know about your family, but I knew that my parents cared for me. They were just bad at showing it.” Michael quietly said.
Then I understood why we had different opinions on leaving. It was because my parents never showed me that they cared, never. The 17 years that I lived I never once felt adored or loved by my parents, so it obviously made it difficult for me to leave and possibly die for something that I didn’t even want to do.
“We don’t have to leave right away. We can stay for a little while, if you want.” Michael sympathetically said.
I got up because I knew I was being pitied and I headed towards the door just to find that it was locked. I turned back and sat a different table because I hated the way he offered to stay longer as if my life was f*ed up, and I knew it was. However, Michael feeling sorry for me reminded me of some of my “friends” back home who always gave me sympathy because of my poor physical condition after my parents had their usual “let loose nights,” as they called it, where they bought one too many alcohol bottles. I sat there contemplating on my life and realizing the amount anger that was bottled up for the sake of my younger siblings to limit the amount of violence in our household. There were too many times where I could’ve beaten the s*** out of my parent for hurting my younger siblings and I, but I didn’t. It was a waste of my time because I knew at the end of the day, it would be me on the ground half dead with my siblings surrounding me crying their hearts out. I just wished that they could be here with me, because they were like my old children, always caring for them and listening to their burdens that always regarded their childish crushes. I felt my eyes tearing up, realizing that I cried way too many times at my arrival here demanding myself to stop. It was then where an idea came to mind. It would probably be the most stupidest one that I had so far, but I knew it would be one that benefited both Michael and I. I got up and headed towards Michael.
“Michael, I have an idea.” I firmly stated.
“Oh thank god you’re here, I was beginning to think you weren’t going to talk to me for the next couple days. What is it?” he said.
“I’ll leave here with you but I’m coming back with my two younger siblings. You don’t have too.” I stubbornly said.
He looked at me dumbfounded. 
“You’re risking your life to only just come back here? with your siblings?” he pathetically asked.
“Yeah. You may want to be reunited back with your family, but I don’t. So I’ll help you get out, but don’t stop me from coming back.” I stated.
“No. You’re not coming back.” He yelled at me.
“I am. It’s better for me here than back at home. All I need is to bring my sister and brother here so that they’re not trapped inside a hell hole of a home. I’m not going to ask you to help me to bring them here, so don’t worry.” I yelled back.
Michael just glared at me as if he hated the thought of ever considering me as a friend. He shook his head and slammed his hand on the table out of irritation. Everyone suddenly became quiet and turned their attention towards us, excited to see some conflict in curiosity with what would happen because it violates the first rule: Do not cause conflict with those who are here. I was scared that he would make a scene because I didn’t know what would happen to him, so I just tried to calm him down.
“You’re f*ing kidding right? You’re telling me to let you come back here by yourself and let you possibly die yourself? Do you even think that’s even f*ing logical? I don’t understand why you have to make everything so damn complicated. If we leave then we leave, there’s no coming back with more people. Thats so f*ing stupid of you, I ca-” he yelled at the top of his lungs.
He was interrupted by armed men who made the announcements earlier in the day and held him between his arms. They covered his head with a black bag and pulled him towards the door. I instantly held his hand and tried to pull him back, knowing that he’s the only one who ensures my safety here.
“STOP. HE DIDN’T MEAN WHAT HE SAID. HE’S JUST NOT IN HIS RIGHT MIND RIGHT NOW. PLEASE JUST LET HIM GO. PLEASE.” I yelled at the armed men.
I was crying at this point, once again. I was being dragged along with Michael as he was getting pulling out the door, desperately holding onto his hand so that I don’t lose him. Before I knew it, I lost my grip and I lost the only friend that I made since I got here. I saw the doors close behind him as he was getting beaten with a thick black stick, and I was left alone again. I had no one. I slowly sat back at the tables where he was sitting minutes ago and stared at his plate that was clean from his hunger. I was in pain because everyone that I cared about was being taken away from me, leaving me with just myself and my thoughts. It was something I wished never happened, and the fact it did just made me want to no longer live. I slammed my head down on the table, wishing to no longer live, and faded out of consciousness.

I woke up in a different room from where I was at. I was laying in bed with an oxygen mask taped onto my face, wondering if my condition was worse than I thought it was. A nurse entered and asked how I was feeling but I wasn’t in the mood to talk, knowing that she works for the same people that took Michael away from me. I pulled off the mask and threw it across the room because I still couldn’t believe what had happened.
“Where’s Michael!” I yelled.
“I’m sorry, who?” the nurse asked smilingly.
“Don’t act f*ing dumb with me, where is he. I just want to know if he’s safe.. or even alive.” I rudely stated.
The nurse picked up my oxygen mask and headed towards me, smiling.
“I’m sorry. I really don’t know who you’re talking about. I could ask for you, if you want. But as for now, you really need to calm down because you’re blood pressure is rising too quickly.” she replied worriedly.
“I’m sorry if I came off as if I care about my physical condition right now. I went through worse experiences than this, I’m sure I can handle this on my own!” I quickly yelled.
The nurse quickly left the room without replying and came back minutes later with what seems like a needle that was longer than usual. She came next to me and taped my arms down to the bed.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU INSANE? WHAT THE F*** IS THIS PLACE! HOW CAN YOU JU-” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
I slowly started to lose my grip on reality as she plunged the needle inside my arm without any warning as she continued to smile.
“It’s okay, everything’s going to be fine.” the nurse quietly stated, smiling.
My eyes were out of my control and started to slowly close as I turned my head to watch her exit the room. I slowly found myself inside another dream.

I woke up in a different room from where I was at. I was laying in bed with an oxygen mask taped onto my face, wondering if my condition was worse than I thought it was. A nurse entered and asked how I was feeling but I wasn’t in the mood to talk, knowing that she works for the same people that took Michael away from me. I pulled off the mask and threw it across the room because I still couldn’t believe what had happened.
“Where’s Michael!” I yelled.
“I’m sorry, who?” the nurse asked smilingly.
“Don’t act f*ing dumb with me, where is he. I just want to know if he’s safe.. or even alive.” I rudely stated.
The nurse picked up my oxygen mask and headed towards me, smiling.
“I’m sorry. I really don’t know who you’re talking about. I could ask for you, if you want. But as for now, you really need to calm down because you’re blood pressure is rising too quickly.” she replied worriedly.
“I’m sorry if I came off as if I care about my physical condition right now. I went through worse experiences than this, I’m sure I can handle this on my own!” I quickly yelled.
The nurse quickly left the room without replying and came back minutes later with what seems like a needle that was longer than usual. She came next to me and taped my arms down to the bed.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU INSANE? WHAT THE F*** IS THIS PLACE! HOW CAN YOU JU-” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
I slowly started to lose my grip on reality as she plunged the needle inside my arm without any warning as she continued to smile.
“It’s okay, everything’s going to be fine.” the nurse quietly stated, smiling.
My eyes were out of my control and started to slowly close as I turned my head to watch her exit the room. I slowly found myself inside another dream.