Dillusional Reality

His past burns his mind like a hot cow prod. Leaving scars on his brain. Or what is left inside his abandoned head. He takes the knife from his wrist blood gushing into his palm. He bares a smile and slowly slices open his neck. Blood staining the white carpet. His flesh unveiled from behind his skin. Now he lays dead. Dying without a single gasp of air. Without a single wince of pain. Peering from outside of his body he looks at his eyes. As cold as the Winter and as dead as the snow.
He then awakes from his dream. His feet dropping onto the cold marble floor. Although it was cold he could feel that someone had been in his exact place not even a week ago. Another restless soul locked away to be "helped". That's what they called it here. "Help" is how they described their service here at WSPH. White Sparrow Psychiatric Hospital, that's were he was held against his will. It didn't matter what he thought here. Anything he expressed they would just solve with a pill. As he walked out of his room into the hallway his ears could her the cameras as the centered on him. With a bored face that showed almost no expression he raised his hand high a gave the camera the middle finger. It made him sad that he already had come to know were the cameras were like the back of his hand. As he entered the Cafeteria he felt a breeze through his thin paper gown. The sound of people splashed over his face like a warm wave. Although he could not feel warm very long because of his Gown being so thin and his feet being bare. He sat down at the table and waited for his first meal. "Hey Alex." said his friend Danny as he rubbed his eyes. "What's up man." Alex replied with a drab but ready face that just screamed Same S**t Different Day. "Nothing much,still stuck in this s**t-hole of a prison" Danny said "I ended up having to get up around 4 to stop my nose from bleeding." As their breakfast trays entered the room on a cart pushed by Rose,the oldest staff, Alex quietly replied "Didn't get the Ridolin crushed fine enough?" Danny shook his head. Alex felt pity for the inside of Danny's nose. Danny had snorted so many pills in his lifetime that pills probably have nightmares about him. Alex couldn't stop imagining shards of hard prescription pills cutting the soft tissue of his nose. His tray was set in front of him. Unflavored oatmeal with a pear and skim milk. Danny looked at his tray in disgust. Alex and Danny slowly ate the oatmeal that seemed more like mush than anything. Out of the side of his eye Alex realized the girl that was sitting at the table next to him. She was the only other patient here besides Alex and Danny. She had tried to hang herself but her mother found the noose before she put it up. She was mute and nobody ever noticed her as a living person. Nobody thought that just maybe she had feelings. She was so young and unstable. Alex had caught a glimpse of her personal file. He recalled it saying she was 11. She had long black hair.Much like Alex's but her's covered her whole face. The only time Alex saw her expression was when she had it pulled back to eat. Her expression today said "F**k My Life". He believed her name was Lucy. Suddenly a scream echoed through the quiet halls. Not a scream of pain but a scream of defeat. Not more than a second later a young man ran by the cafeteria door almost as if he was heading straight on into the wall. Following behind him came 3 of the Bottom Floor Staff. Alex and Danny didn't know them so they have no name. In this place you don't start with a name. It is given to you. After seeing the fast running kid Danny turned to Alex "Im going to like this kid." he said with a huge grin on his face. As they were talking Lucy got up out of her seat and slowly walked from the room. The staff didn't even glance at her. It made Alex said that she was so unnoticed. "Hey Danny I think we can make it out of here." "Your insane man..." He responded. He then added "They security is so thick you couldn't get past it if you were a ghost. Plus i heard they even have barbed wire fences on the outskirts. You would never make it." With a smirk Alex said "There are always cracks in a wall. The problem is finding something small enough to fit through."