░What is this... Why is this.... Who is this... How is this.... Where us this.....░
White, Secluded, Padded... It was dark. The only light provided was the very dim glisten of what shown through the bottom of the stainless steel cell door. Padded on the inside to prevent.. 'Accidents...' Or that's what the men in white liked to call them so they didn't lose they lovely paying job because they let a prisoner murder themselves. The smell in the air smelled of morphine and amphetamines. This place was literally 'Hell On Earth'. No shits and giggles about it... This place wasn't like the others... This place was violent.. bloody... Dangerous.
'Ferdendales Mental Correctional Facility.' It had 'prison' in the name itself. They call us patients... But no. We are Prisoners. As if we are to be in an ASPCA... An ASPCA was the animals version of this place.. Except the animals are much.. Much.. More civil. Who wouldn't compare this place to an animal 'shelter' where if they don't get and animal adopted by a certain amount of days, they kill the animal. The animals are imprisoned. Just like us.. Here. If you don't behave right.. For a certain amount of days, you'll either be killed or get electroshock-therapy for being a bad doggy.
Patient #749183. Died of a heart attack and a severe head injury after dropping too many of his medication pills and losing it in the examination room. Apparently he grabbed a scalpel and did a few numbers to his head.
Patient #132595732. Went missing back in the 1980's and wasn't found even up to this day. He was said to be a type eight schizophrenic, whatever that means.. And a cereal murderer. kept saying the voices told him to do it. The voices threatening him and said if he didn't they would hurt him.
Those are only two out of the thousands that have seemed to vanish somehow whether it was by death or disappearance.
I was locked in the naughty room for another seven days, being use to the smells, images, and the delusions. I always just sat in the middle of the padded room, my eyes closed as I let the imaginary voices scream back and forth. Were either of them yelling at me, or just each other? I wouldn't know... I was just listening. The straight jacket wasn't putting me in the same uncomfortable state as it had the first time they had wrapped and restrained me in it. I breathed slowly.. Quietly. Almost not at all. My legs remained crossed at the loose ugly faded aqua green pants covered the skin that held many scars and newer, fresh cuts. My thighs were the favorite parts to slice open.. But now I've been taken away from all the sharp objects and have nothing better to do but sit on the floor of this hideously blood stained, claw mark engraved padded hell room. 'five more days..' I would whispered quietly. 'only five more......'
-To Be Continued-
'Ferdendales Mental Correctional Facility.' It had 'prison' in the name itself. They call us patients... But no. We are Prisoners. As if we are to be in an ASPCA... An ASPCA was the animals version of this place.. Except the animals are much.. Much.. More civil. Who wouldn't compare this place to an animal 'shelter' where if they don't get and animal adopted by a certain amount of days, they kill the animal. The animals are imprisoned. Just like us.. Here. If you don't behave right.. For a certain amount of days, you'll either be killed or get electroshock-therapy for being a bad doggy.
Patient #749183. Died of a heart attack and a severe head injury after dropping too many of his medication pills and losing it in the examination room. Apparently he grabbed a scalpel and did a few numbers to his head.
Patient #132595732. Went missing back in the 1980's and wasn't found even up to this day. He was said to be a type eight schizophrenic, whatever that means.. And a cereal murderer. kept saying the voices told him to do it. The voices threatening him and said if he didn't they would hurt him.
Those are only two out of the thousands that have seemed to vanish somehow whether it was by death or disappearance.
I was locked in the naughty room for another seven days, being use to the smells, images, and the delusions. I always just sat in the middle of the padded room, my eyes closed as I let the imaginary voices scream back and forth. Were either of them yelling at me, or just each other? I wouldn't know... I was just listening. The straight jacket wasn't putting me in the same uncomfortable state as it had the first time they had wrapped and restrained me in it. I breathed slowly.. Quietly. Almost not at all. My legs remained crossed at the loose ugly faded aqua green pants covered the skin that held many scars and newer, fresh cuts. My thighs were the favorite parts to slice open.. But now I've been taken away from all the sharp objects and have nothing better to do but sit on the floor of this hideously blood stained, claw mark engraved padded hell room. 'five more days..' I would whispered quietly. 'only five more......'
-To Be Continued-
