Her name was Cora Prologue

 

Prologue

 

My mind is not my own!

 

Cora scribbled frantically on the paper she had been stealing from the prison guards and doctors and nurses. She didn’t even know the point of this. 

 

They are probably coming for me now- the moment they pick up on this thought. My only hope is that somehow someone will find this. Someone who is not under their influence. Someone who will know the truth and tell everyone. Get rid of them.

 

 They’ve wired our brains to measure chemical imbalances. To manipulate our behaviors and emotions. They mix drugs in our food to keep us content. More than that though, they monitor our feelings and thoughts. They stick us in this lab, this prison if you are resistant to the drugs. Resistant to their control. Resistant to them.  

 

  

Then she heard the footsteps, the doors slamming, the screaming and yelling. She thrust the papers in the small hole in the wall behind her bed just as her room door bursts open. White orderlies flowed into the room, shoved her down, and sedated her. Cora doesn’t bother struggling against it. She knew it was too late, so she succumbed to the darkness, wondering what would happen to her.