All this secrecy was wearing away my patience. “Where’s my husband?” I said demandingly but all he did was look at me again and walk out of the room. It was infuriating. Blood boiling. It all got too much for me to bare. I needed to know who I was and who was important to me in my life. So from there I’d decided. I knew where they kept all the files. I knew how to get past the reception. What was there to possibly stop me from breaking free of this clinical prison nightmare? That night I was going to find out who I really was.
It was night. The lights in my room were off making it so black. The only light shining through into my prison was that that came through the menacing blinds from the reception. Still weak unattached myself from all the machines that had been monitoring my every breath and heart beat. Once they were off of me I almost felt vulnerable that they weren’t there to set an alarm off if something went wrong with me. But at the same time I felt independent for the first time I could remember. Slowly uncovering my sheets from binding me to my bed of despair. With every single thing I did to make myself free felt surreal and liberating. I turned my legs so that they were hanging from the bed and hesitantly rested my bare little feet onto the cold lino. I looked down at the floor and took one deep breath that flew through my wheezy lungs and with all my strength, got up to stand. I stumbled across to where the blinds were. Like a baby I was still only just picking up how to walk. More like a child that hadn’t ridden their bike without stabilizers before. How awful that felt.
As I peered through the blinds there into the dimly lit reception there was no one there apart from a nurse sleeping at the desk over some files. I knew I’d have to try my best to be like a shadow and sneak past her to freedom. I turned my head unwillingly and forcefully towards the glass door. My hair went completely fly away as the electric shock surged up my body… I was frozen in shock. There in the corner of my room was a small girl standing. Staring at me. Her hair tied up bunchies and big glowing brown eyes. I reached out one hand to touch her. Blood starting dripping down her forehead. Gasping from shock I tried to reach out to her further but I couldn’t make it. Like a magnetic force holding me back from her. The blank look on her face didn’t change as the blood was still trickling down her innocent little face. I reached out with all my might and whatever was holding me back let go, and as a consequence I went tumberling towards her. My face smashed into the lino and pain flushed across my nose. I quickly sat up to cup it with my hands. But as I looked the little girl had vanished. Even the blood wasn’t anywhere to be seen. As I had my hands cupped over my nose a tear escaped from my eyes. What worried me most was that I knew this wasn’t a dream.
More coldness shot through my already freezing hands as I slowly turned the door knob of the glass door to the side of the corridor leading to the reception. While I was opening the door and stepping out I took one last look back into my cell. The sheets unmade from my escape lay there like a murder scene layout with all the machine leads lying unattached across it. But that was all over now. Venturing out nervously along the corridor and around to where my window was. The nurse still lay there sleeping. I turned my head like a robot on a mission trying to spot the file room. When in crawled into the corner of my eye. So quietly drifted along to my treasure I’d been dreaming of.
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