The doctor came in and took me out of the cell again. I don't know what she wants. I don't even remember what she's doing. All I know is that when she takes me out, and I wake up, I remember less and less. Every time I wake up, I don't know what happened and I don't remember how I got there.

I miss being home. I want to go back home. I don't know why I'm here. Or where here is. I know I used to know, and not being able to remember is driving me fucking insane.

I don't have any memory of her taking me out of here before, but I know she has, simply by the way she talks to me. All I remember is waking up. It's like an endless cycle of bullshit. I wake up, I throw up, my head is pounding, she comes in and talks to me, she leaves. I throw up again, I try to eat and throw that up too, the headache never goes away. I sit here alone for a while and then everything goes blank and the cycle starts again. I have no way to be certain of that fact, no memory of it happening, but I just know that's what happens. I don't know how long it's been going on for. I'm scared. And confused. I don't understand what's happening.

I don't know when it's night time, I don't know when it's day time. I sleep as much as I can. It's all I have. It's all I can do. I counted the bricks on the walls and the followed the path of the grout more times than I can remember.

I just wish I knew where I was. I want to go home. I don't know where home is, but I want to be there. I know there are people I want to see. I don't remember who they are. I remember one name, but that's it. Ricky. That's the name I remember. I can't put a face to it though. It feels like everything is slowly leaving me. I know I used to know where home was, but I can't remember that either.

The door opened and I looked up. It was her again. She stood in front of me.

"How are you feeling, Mr. Cerulli?"

I didn't answer her.

"Mr. Cerulli?"

I don't know what happened, but I was immediately filled with this rush of blinding fucking rage. I jumped up and slammed her into the wall.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" I screamed.

I could see the fear in her eyes. "Help! Guards!"

"Why can't I remember anything?!"

Four officers came rushing into the room. They pulled me off of her and held me up against the opposite wall.

"Keep him restrained." She ordered, fixing her shirt.

I fought against them, trying to get away from them.

They dragged me over to the bed and cuffed me to it.

"Judging by your initial response to the therapy, I didn't think you'd get violent, but it seems I was wrong." She spoke, seeming like she was talking to herself.

She stared at me for a moment.

"Wait here. I'll need you to hold him still." She said to the guards before leaving the room.

She came back a few minutes later with yet another needle. The guard held me down as she sunk it into my arm.

She stepped back and looked at me again. "Such fire in your eyes..."

The guard let go of me. I felt myself getting drowsy.

"No matter. I'll just have to work a little harder to douse those flames. I'll up the voltage for the next treatment."

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"Stop. Please" Someone whispered. A boy. He sounded fragile, small, scared. "I don't wanna die."

"Shut up." A different voice.

"I'm sorry." The boy sobbed.

It took me a minute to realize that it was my own voice I was hearing. My voice was that of the boy.

I could see a man standing above me. He held something in his hand but it was too dark to make out what it was.

I'm not sure why the boy-- why I-- was apologizing. The man seemed angry.

I could hear his voice, I knew he was there, but I couldn't see his face. It was blurry.

"Shut your goddamn mouth." He growled. "You say you're sorry all the time, but you never learn. You continue to make the same stupid fucking mistakes. You, my little slut, need to learn your lesson. And something tells me that the only way you'll learn is by having it beaten into you."

"No! Please. I'm sorry. It won't happen again!"

I saw what he held now. It was a whip.

The boy shielded his face. I heard the crack of the whip as it hit my skin. It hurt. I knew it hurt. I didn't feel it, but I could tell by the boy's scream that it hurt.

"Please don't." I begged. "Please. I'll do anything."

I don't know whats going on, or what I did to make this man angry.

He struck me again. Another scream rang through the room.

The boy was scared. I could feel it. I knew he was scared. I was scared.

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