Prologue

The only thing I heard was the ticking of the clock.

I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I wasn't crazy. No, not at all.

My eyelid twitched once. I snapped my head up to the sound of the loud beep as my door was being unlocked. It was my nurse. I backed away, terrified.

"It's okay. I'm just here to feed you." The scrawny, blonde lady said, slowly edging toward me with a tray. I tried to go at it but the chains stopped my hands. I looked down at my hands to see myself restrained to the bed.

The nurse edged closer and placed the tray right beside me. My stomach growled as I saw the food before me. I felt my stomach and all I felt was bones. The nurse took the spoon and dipped it into the warm looking chicked soup. I leaned forward as she fed me. My head spun from thinking about the last time I had chicken soup.

I shook my head and tried to free my hands. I didn't want anymore but the nurse tried to calm me down. Suddenly, a scream burst from my mouth and I threw the tray on the floor.

The nurse pushed me down on the bed as I continued to kick but I realized my legs were restrained too. Tons of other nurses and a doctor came in, holding me down. The doctor stood next to the scrawny, blonde nurse and inserted a needle into my arm. I screamed one more time before suddenly, it started getting blurry and I could see two of everything.

"It's fine. Just had a minor attack. She'll be out for the rest of the night." The doctor placed the needle into his pocket and as the nurses piled out, I tried to scream for the doctor. The door closed and then the same beeping noise happened as it locked.

The clock's ticking was echoing in my ears. I couldn't move any part of my body. Only one word slipped from my mouth before I fell into a deep sleep.

"Suicide."