I breath in and out through

my mouth with a pumping

and an anxious heart.

I'm sitting on the bed and

haven't even gotten done

with breakfast yet.

I look behind me to only

see a much smaller

window that I can't

reach.

It also seems as if

the sky's a cloudy

one.

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Was I just daydreaming?

The sudden urge to weep

befalls me.

I cry and cry, not understanding

anything.

Didn't I just die?

The white bandages all over my

body are turning red.

A deep and dark sticky crimson.

There's that same click again from

the door.

The person who opens it is that

maid again.

She brings in a glass of water

and a black pill the size of a

quarter.

"W-who are you?" I asked.

Sudden rage overwhelms

me as I stand up, forgetting

the tray of breakfast as it falls

from my lap and smashes on

the ground.

"Take this pill and I will

tell you." The woman

promises, wearing

a small smile.