In response to Josh

Time. Time. Time. I don’t know how long I sat there, staring at those numbers on the clock. I had slept. I had done it. I turned toward the pill bottle, smiling in happiness, but something was wrong. There were no pills left.

I picked up the bottle, looking at it. I looked at it from underneath. I looked down at it. From the left. From the right. I looked and looked and looked, fighting the rage that was filling me. Rage at the terror that felt like a knife coursing through my head.

There were no. pills. left.

It was then I heard something, a voice that was faint and fuzzy. I was staring at that pill bottle, tears welling in my eyes when I looked up suddenly.

For the first time since I could remember, I heard something. It wasn’t like the torturous noises I had heard all throughout my dreams, throughout the past days. It sounded real.

”It was too much. The new drug, it was too much for her system.”

The room in front of me blacked out for a second, replaced with darkness. I shook my head, clawing at my eyes. It did it again, and again, and Again.

Finally, the room in front of me vanished all together. I opened my eyes slowly, staring up.

At first I thought I was going blind. All I saw was white. Bright, bright white. Then I realized I was in a room. The walls were white. The ceiling, white. Even the labcoats of the two people standing in front of me.

I recognized the voice of one of them. It was the voice of Doctor brown. But the man was not doctor brown.

I looked at where I saw, on a small chair. No chains bound my hands like in my dream. It was simply Velcro. Velcro that held me down as I screamed in panic.

My eyes swum with tears, blinding with the light from those glaring lights above me.

The tears clouded my vision, so that all I heard was the familiar voice of the man who was not Doctor Brown.

“We’ll have to bring her down off it. Then we can try the next drug.”