He struggles
against the metal chains that hold him down to the bed. They scar and make his
wrists drip blood. He hollers and lets out cries for help, for anyone to come
and save him from this white room he is trapped in.
But no one listens. No one comes. And soon he
gives up on his yelling.
He doesn’t remember his name. He doesn’t know
where he is. He doesn’t know anything.
The only thing he knows is that something is
wrong with him. He feels un-human, he feels out of place.
He lets out one last agonizing cry before he
collapses back on the bed, crying and whimpering for someone to save him.
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