Introduction

Becoming Aware.

I'm in this tightly closed in place, I am on my back.
I have white clothing on.
This place is cold, and smells weird, I'm looking for a way to get out.
I push my feet at the end of the closed place, and I somehow slide out of it.
The room is scary with many scary tools, and closed-in places.
I'm scared, I jump out and look for a place to leave.
I open a hatch from the window and jump out.
I'm running now, running a lot.
I'm trying to get far away from that place.
A car with blue and red lights on top got close to me and stopped, with a man coming out.
He grabs me and he's saying things.
What is he doing? He is grabbing me hard and he puts shiney cold braclet things around my wrists, they hurt.
Then he puts me in the back of his car.
I'm even more scared.
He's zooming through the place.
He brings me to a tall building with many windows.
We stop, But he is still rushing, he looks at me and begins saying more things and I am scared.
He gets out and goes around, opening my door and shoving me out, holding my arm really really tight, it's hurting, I feel like my arms are going to break.
He's still rushing, and we go into the building.
The place is cold and my dirty feet are touching the smooth floors.
He brings me to a room, and makes me sit on this white chair.
Surrounded by white walls, and a white table in-front of me.
There were big black windows on the right wall.
The hurtful man leaves and there was another man infront of the table had black hair slicked behind his ears, black pants and a white shirt.
The man seemed old, and his voice was scratchy, he had a pale face.
He was trying to say something to me, but I couldn't understand.
He looked mad, and frustrated.
He slammed his hands on the table, screaming in my face, I was confused and frightened.
After moments of the man rambling and yelling at me, He stompped out the room, looking unsatisfied.
Then A group of men in dark blue suits came in with those shiney hurtful braclets
and lead me out the room.
Then I felt, I felt something come over me, I soon find myself on my hands and knees, this red liquid seeping out of my mouth.
My throat was itching, my insides hurt.
The men in suits are trying to keep me up but I'm weak.
I'm slipping out of their hands.
I'm in the dirt now, the dirt feels cold, and moist.
I can feel the minerals fill my fingernails.
I want to sleep now.
I'm tired.
I lay my head on the ground and my eyes break from strain.