Chapter 2

Chapter Two

My eyes open up to a dark room and I begin to panic. I’m screaming for help and I’m hyperventilating. The nurses rush in and the lights turn on. I jump up and run out the door. The double doors to my left are the only exit I see. I’m running straight towards them. The doors won’t open. I’m pushing, pulling and shaking the handle but, it just won’t budge. I guess they keep their doors locked for this reason. I want out. I want to go. Why am I getting treated as if I’m a runaway convict?

I turn around and try to run through the bunch of nurses surrounding me but, I’m not fast enough. They catch me and try to calm me down, but I just won’t. They pull out a needle and jam it into my thigh.

As they start to stand up and form a circle around me, I start to slowly calm down. Suddenly I just want to lie there and stare at the ceiling. I forget that I’m trapped in an unknown facility that’s keeping me away from what’s out there. I just breathe and do nothing; think about nothing. I’m not even really staring at anything. My mind is lost in the atmosphere.

Six hours go by�"or at least I think it’s been six hours. I don’t know, but whatever medication they injected into me is starting to wear off. I slowly sit up and then a woman comes in. She’s wearing a lab coat and has stunning blonde hair. I wish I had hair like that. It’s like so perfect, almost unrealistic.

“Hello, Natalie. I’m Dr. Peters. I hear you experienced some heart trouble and dealing with paranoia?” She says as she closes the door.

“Paranoia�"is that what they told you?” I don’t know who these people are but, they are really starting to piss me off. Is this what they call paranoia? Holding someone captive, shooting medicine into their system whenever they try to escape because they know they don’t belong here? That’s paranoia? I know I’m suffering from severe memory loss but I remember enough to know I’m not struggling with paranoia.

“Listen, I know you’re scared,” she explains as she sits in the chair next to the bed I’m sitting on. “But, we really do want what’s best for you. I’ll write you a prescription and we’ll schedule some appointments with the therapist.”

“Look, I don’t care what you prescribe me. I’m not going to take it. I don’t need medication. I need to go home.” I narrow my eyes, “Natalie’s not even my real name, is it?”

Dr. Peters stands up. “Mhm, I see. And where is home, Natalie?” she says as she walks out of the room.

That’s the thing, though. I don’t know where home is. Telling from the way she said it, she knows where it is. She knows where I belong. She knows what’s going on. She knows why I can’t remember anything. She knows why nothing makes sense. But, I’m obviously not the only one who has gone through this. One way or another, I’m going to figure out what’s going on, even if it takes extreme measures.

            That same guy who was in my face in the hallway is walking into the room.

            “Come on; time to send you back to your room.” He says sounding aggravated. Honestly, I don’t know why he’s like that towards me. Maybe it has to do with me being here.

            I get up and head out the door while I wait for him to follow. I let him get in front of me since I don’t know where I’m going, anyway. He types a code into a code pad next to the doors I tried escape. I try to study the numbers but he went to fast. I’ve got to figure out that code. It’s�"as of right now�"my only ticket out of here.

As we turn right, I look behind me and up above the doors we just exited. It reads: UNSTABLE HOUSING AND OFFICE. Oh my God. They think I’m unstable. They think I’m insane. I think I’m insane. What if I am really unstable? What if everything their telling me is true? Is everyone here unstable? But, there’s no way I’m really unstable because Dr. Peters was mocking me. I could tell. And so was that one girl who first came in when I was in that isolated room. For them to mock me there would have to be something in me to mock, which is the fear, confusion, agitation; and they know why.

            “What do you know?” I ask.

            He inhales a deep breath and chuckles. I stop in the middle of the hallway. He shakes his head out of annoyance. “I don’t know as much as you think I do.”

            I proceed walking. “Well, what do you know about me?”

He ignores me. I think about screaming at him, demanding an answer, assaulting him to get at least a response. But right now, it’s not worth it. Not yet.

We stop in front of my room that has my name above the door now. He unlocks it and tosses the key into the room. It makes a chiming sound as it hits the ground. He walks away without saying a word.

Halfway down the hallway he says, “Don’t think about trying anything. I can take them away.” Don’t try anything? What could I possibly do with a key if every door that could lead out of here is coded?

I walk into the room and shut the door. I find the light switch and flip it on. Gosh, this bright light combined with bright white gives me a slight migraine. I bend over to pick up the key. I stare at it as the light bounces off of it. I walk over to the bed and sit down. I place the key on the night stand.

What am I supposed to do now? I decide to lie down to go to sleep for the night. Hopefully, I’ll wake up and realize this was all a dream. But, if I’m being true to myself, I know that’s most likely not to happen.

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