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I Awake covered in a glossy film. My arm is firm to the steel table, you know the feeling of the hair pulling off your skin from duct tape or a adhesive bandaid. I am having a tunnel of thoughts racing as I panic inside my own head. The temperature of my body and my face thicken with blood rushing through my veins, as I panic and over heat, the lack of control overwhelms my emotions. Screaming my thoughts aloud and creating wavelengths inside deeply throughout every synopsis of connections happening. Open my mouth to scream, only a whisper. I suddenly with all my strength break the film from holding me on the metal examination table. Ripping the needle from my wrist, my chest and my right leg, I sit up inhale deeply to smell formaldehyde. My thoughts race thousands a second. What is happening? How did I get here? Seconds pass and novels have processed. On my right is a man with a ink pen stuck in both his wrist, scissors in his chest, pumping blood slowly with every slow pump of his faint heart beat. On my left is a half naked female lying on the ground blue as if she suffocated. I am slowly removing the strapped restraints from my ankles and tearing the film from my legs as I attempt to stand from the examination table. I felt the blood rush to my toes and my body turned what we call “Asleep” as kids. Three minutes pass as I massage the tingles away. The smell worsens. I need oxygen, I tell myself over and over panting with slow deep breathes. My toes touch the floor, the floor is cold like walking on pavement in mid January in Michigan. I walk to find a exit full of a head now in a cloudy confused state in a glass enclosed room. A man with his neck slit and a pool of blood lies on a computer desk in front of me. What massacre has happened? Who and how did this happen? An older gentleman against the wall appears to be breathing with needles stuck in his back. I turn him over and asked, who did this and what had happened? In a confused weak voice with full sincerity. He stared at me for felt like eternity and said with his watery eyes and suddenly his pupils enlarge; He flew backwards against the wall screaming. Screaming loudly and incredibly louder to where his voice turned mono static. When he pushed backwards to the wall the needles thrust, deeper into his back. Blood was drooling from his mouth and he whispered “you did” gagging and choking..... My heart dropped and I saddened, my head started pounding, heart racing and racing, what happppp... I fainted. Awoken to a loud banging on the main metal door to the room. This is the Police, Open the Door!! We know you’re in there. Next to me was a scalpel lying on the ground with blood all around and what looked like a episode of Dexter, but with out the plastic kill room. Suddenly a impulse that is unexplained, drew the scalpel to my throat and in one clean sweep, I slid the sharp blade across my throat with no doubt, questions or hesitation. Flashing before my eyes was my childhood, my life, traveling backwards from only the happy memories and not one negative memory. The air thickens and my breathing began to be heavy. Blood was everywhere and slowly I fell to the floor. Five seconds later my heart seized and silence grew thicker. For the first time in my life I have never felt anything, emotions, feelings, pain, sorrow or anything. I felt complete darkness. When my heart stopped beating, I for what felt like minutes, watched my blood pool and and slowly run like a river to a center drain. My eyes drew very tired and then complete Darkness.

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