It was an easy bet that anyone could lose all sense of self inside of the room. The hellish wasteland of four white plain walls, voices reflecting off of each corner. With his head bent down against his legs he shuddered for the tenth time that morning.

The eery sounds of the creaking doors outside of his room made his body press harder into the wall behind his bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen the light of day or even what day it was. He knew though that he had been in that room for weeks, alone without a friendly face or voice.

The only voices that visited his self-made prison were the taunting ones from years ago. Outside through the small circular window he could see faint shadows pass by his door. No nurse had visited him that day but he knew that soon enough they would be at his door with pills and a needle. Upon his first day there he couldn’t recall why he had been placed in an asylum.

The last event that came to mind was his younger sister smiling up at him as she ate her ice cream. The doctors refused to explain to him the reasons for his stay there and he was much to scared to approach with questions. At night he could hear the strangest screams, not from anyone inside the building but rather ones inside his head. They screamed at him much like the taunting ones but seemed to be calling to him, reaching out for him to grab their hand.

Sighing he fell down against the flattened pillow on the bed. Cold sweat trailed down his temple. His dreams always seemed to turn to nightmares and he’d fall into them without knowing it. Each nightmare posed the deaths of his loved ones. His little sister’s face was a constant though in his mind. It haunted him whenever he closed his eyes at night.

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Writer’s Note: Small dribble...maybe it will turn into a new story sometime soon. Think of it as a prologue I guess lol