"....crime is not my concern. He's a danger to society. He'll complete his sentence here." I heard a man say. "Keep him in solitary confinement, under constant surveillance."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Yes. I want him to receive weekly treatments. Whatever is wrong in his head needs to be fixed before he hurts someone else."

"With all due respect, sir, we'd be torturing an innocent man."

"He's not innocent, doctor."

I heard a door slam.

I tried to open my eyes, but it was too bright. I tried to move around, but I was still strapped down.

"Mr. Cerulli?"

I opened my eyes again, squinting. It was the same doctor from earlier.

"I wanted to inform you that the warden has disregarded your statement. You will remain here."

I didn't respond.

I'm stuck here. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

"Your treatments will start today."

"Treatments?"

"Electroconvulsive Therapy."

"What?"

"It's more commonly known as Electroshock Therapy. I will be sending electric pulses through your brain. It will send you into a seizure that will can anywhere from 20 seconds to 3 minutes. Short-term, it'll affect your memory and appetite somewhat; but long-term, it'll help to contain and fix your disorder."

"What disorder is that?"

"We've yet to determine that."

"You can't do this."

"We can, Mr. Cerulli, and we will."

"No. You can't use shock therapy unless I consent."

"You're a ward of the state now. Whether you consent or not doesn't matter."

She called for the guards.

Three of them came into the room and unstrapped me from the bed. I tried to fight but it was no use. I was weak.

"Watch his head." She told them.

They dragged me from the infirmary, down the hall, to another room. It had a table in the middle that looked almost like an operating table. There was also a separate table with a machine on it. It had a lot of knobs and buttons. I can only assume that's the device for the shock therapy.

The guards got me on the table and strapped me down. I tried to fight as the doctor came over to me with a needle.

The guards held me still as she pushed the needle into my arm and injected the substance into me.

I instantly felt sick. I wanted to sleep. This is different from the last one. I just felt hazy last time, now I wanna pass out.

I couldn't keep my eyes open. I stopped fighting and let myself drift off.

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I opened my eyes, looking around me a little. I saw a stone wall. My head hurt too bad to move. I felt like I was gonna throw up.

I don't know where I am. I don't remember how I got here. It's cold. My back hurts. I rubbed my eyes, attempting to sit up.

As soon as I did, I leaned over and threw up. It was mostly just bile. I don't think I've eaten in a few days.

I don't even know what day it is.

I put my head down. It was throbbing. I could hear it. It hurt so bad. I was dizzy. Everything felt wrong.

I stared at my hands, tracing the tattoos with my eyes. I feel like I'm not here. This doesn't feel right.

I lifted my head, glancing around. I was in a cell. I think. It was small. There were no windows. Just a bed and a toilet. I was on the floor.

How did I even get here?

I want to go home.

I don't like it here. It's cold and uncomfortable and I feel sick.

The door opened and light flooded the room. I covered my eyes, looking down at the floor.

"Mr. Cerulli, how are you feeling?"

It was a woman's voice.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"I'm the doctor in charge of your treatments. Remember?"

I shook my head slowly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sick." I mumbled.

She nodded and sat down on the bed. "You'll feel like that for a while. What do you remember?"

I started up at her. "Nothing."

"Do you know where you are? What happened?"

I shook my head.

"Okay. Good."

She got up and left, slamming the door behind her.

Why is that good? Should I not know?

I just want to go home. I don't know what I'm doing here. What happened? Why would she ask if I remembered what happened? I don't remember anything.

Where even am I? I am so confused. My head is still pounding. I feel so sick.

I need to sleep. Maybe if I sleep, I'll remember. Or at the least, feel better.

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sorry this is so short. i kinda have writers block whoops
comment what you think is gonna happen

~xxLux