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.

  Was I just daydreaming?

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  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 question.

  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.