There's a hand on my shoulder
Pushing while gripping simultaneously
I can feel his eyes on the back of my skull
Glaring, judging
His silence speaks volumes
The smell of disinfectant mixes with fear
It is bright with alarming shadow
Steel mesh making patterns on the floor
I can hear wailing in the distance
Begging, pleading for help that will never be
I'm shoved into what looks like a closet
Steel covering a tiny window
A door that could stop a bullet
A cot on the wall
The only light, artificial
The door slams shut and I start to cry
Standing in the middle of this unfamiliar place
Eventually I lie down and attempt to sleep
Has it been minutes?
Has it been days?
The door creaks open with an angry sigh
Hands, powerful, callused, unfeeling
Completely void of human energy
I'm being drug again to somewhere
It's a tile room, impossibly cold
With a drain on the floor
I'm stripped naked
I hadn't noticed my clothes before
But now their absence is frightening
My skin reflects the artificial light
Ice water assaults from every side
Did I hear someone laugh?
The cold burrows into my soul
This, this is how I die
It's over as quickly as it started
Dripping in vulnerability, I am broken
No one seems to notice
I'm covered again in agonizing white
It is itching from the inside
I'm pushed into an office
With an examination table
And a bespectacled older man
His hair only just turning grey
Impossibly kempt and perfect
As if it wouldn't dare disobey
He makes a non-committal noise
As I'm being restrained
Strapped by my arms and legs with leather and metal
I'm crying again
I'm hearing myself beg for mercy in a language I don't understand
"We're just trying to help you"
There's a needle in my arm
I can feel something burning through my viens and into my chest
Indescribable pain
My mind rapidly slipping away
I'm fighting with every nuance of myself
But the black is relentless
The last thing I hear
"we're just trying to help you"
