I'm tired of lying to myself...

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I awoke, eyes slowly coming to focus on the naked bulb above. I was dimly aware of my body being rigid and straight. No movement was possible. Pulling my head upward, I could see thick straps over my arms and legs.

Saliva pooled in the back of my throat and I swallowed, panicked. More saliva came and over and over I drank it down so as not to panic. I twisted my limbs, turning them, feeling the friction of the fabric against my skin.

?: "IPSRT check, CBT check, not bad Dallia, you're doing well, except that you've been a bad girl lately."
I heard a giggle but I didn't see anyone. I was horn-mad. I shouldn't have been here.

?: "How frequently do your moods change? I have your mood chart here. This isn't good-" creepy laughter, "-Do you drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes, or use recreational drugs?"

I couldn't answer. I felt as though my surroundings were moving, I felt very nauseated. Sweat poured down my body as I stayed still and again that creepy disturbing voice spoke with a loud chuckle.

?: "You're going to die anyway, you know? These medicines are useless. Lithium, Divalproex Sodium, Lamotrigine, Zyprexa, Latuda (bipolar disorder's medicines), You're just wasting my time little slut!"

Someone twisted the handle of the door, it cracked, the sound becoming whispers that filled the room. Then the door slammed. There was no exit in here.

In here, I had no rights. I couldn't leave, I couldn't choose when to rise or the time at which I may go to bed. I couldn't refuse the poisons that make my mind slow to the point of stopping at ceasing every emotion. I was senseless all the time.

The bed was a mattress on the cold floor with a single blanket for warmth. There was no rest from the screams of others, the ones who were driven crazier by the hours of isolation. We weren't patients but inmates, barely human at all. There wasn't a person in here who wasn't at least a little afraid of me. Me who was gentle and small.

They called it the "asylum" as if it was a place of refuge, it was anything but a place for those no one knows what to do with to be forgotten by the wider world. It was a prison for the sick.

They take your clothes, talk to you as if you were a challenged child, and feed terrible food in small portions. And then they watch, record any pessimistic emotions, praise dull and passive behaviors. Stunning, Isn't it? They didn't care about me. I wasn't crazy, They were.

The asylum was a place to escape. It was a place to forget once the haunting memories fade.

?: "Shall we continue our little game honey?"

"Mom?" I clearly heard her voice, I was dizzy but I could recognize my own mother's voice. All this time she was here?

I bit my lip. A shiver ran through my body like an electric current and my tears clouded my vision.
"Please mom we need to get out of this place, you should listen to me."

An uneasy breeze blew down the corridor and grasped me with its chilly touch.
?: "You never learned Dallia, you're not going to leave this place. You can't, I want you to be here with me. It's all your fault!"

"Why are you doing this to me, you're my mother," my voice cracked.

?: "I'm not your mother, I've never been. I hate you so much." she laughed like a maniac person.

I was nauseous due to the pungent scent of the room, feeling as if I would throw up at any moment. The room smelled like a rotting carcass.

Fear weaved through my stomach as I saw a ghostly head of a man on the table in the center of the room. His hair was as pure as sugar and it was jet black like the crepuscular night sky. But his most striking feature was his menacing eyes. He stared straight at me.

Hot tears sprang from my eyes washing my face. I was so scared, hardly breathing at all. The floorboards moaned with age. Suddenly something tugged at me, something with an icy grip. Then I heard a spooky whisper in my ear.
"You must die Dallia!"

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