Summary: Fear. Desperation. Is it real? Or is it just insanity? Please Read and Review.

My heart is beating, beating, beating oh so desperately. I have to get out, but there is no escape. I keep going in circles, round and round again, trapped in this endless cycle of desperation. Wait. Were those footsteps behind me? Or was it still just my heart. Oh why must it beat so loudly?! It drowns out all other sounds. I stop. I can’t run any longer. My mind is swimming. I can’t breathe. Someone’s here, behind me. Help me. Somebody, please, HE—

I force open my eyes. The light, it’s blinding. I cannot see. Moments pass. I don’t if it’s been seconds or minutes or even hours. My vision clears. I’m on my back. I’m lying on a cold, hard surface. My arms and legs are strapped in. I’m trapped. I can’t move! I’m so scared…so, panicked. I don’t know if somebody’s behind me or not. I can’t tell. My senses are all screwed up. What if I die here?! I can’t be here, I can’t. I can’t! A sound, behind me. Harsh breathing. A distorted voice. ‘Calm down. Breathe. It will be easier for you.’ Was that voice in my head? Was it real? I don’t know. I’m so confused. Why am I here?! What did I do?! How can I escape?

A shadow passes over me. I blink my eyes. The figure looms over me. I can’t see a face, nor any other pats that suggest this…thing…is human. But, what else could it be? Is it a simple figure of my imagination? An apparition of my fear? But…no. This couldn’t all just be my fear. It had to be real. It just had to be!

‘Why are you so scared?’ The voice spoke again. ‘It’s all right. Don’t be afraid.’ The figure moved to the other side and leaned over me. It raises…something. I can’t tell what it is! A sharp sting in my arm. What was it? I don’t know. My eyes are drooping. I try to force them open, but I can’t. What’s happening to me?! Why am I-

Once again I force my eyes open. I’m in the same room. I’m still strapped in. I still can’t move. Why? Oh why am I here? Why am I being tortured like this? Why won’t somebody, anybody, help me?

Time passes. I think it was longer this time, but I still don’t know exactly how much longer. The figure visits me very frequently now. I don’t care about escape anymore. I don’t acre about living. I just want eternal slumber. Why can’t I have that? The figure has entered. ‘How are you today?’ It asks. I never reply. The figure heaves a great sigh. ‘If you’d only cooperate, you’d be able to leave,’ I just want to scream that I don’t know what I’m supposed to be cooperating with! But…I stay silent. I won’t give into my fear. I will stay silent. I will not move. This is the only way I can cease to exist. So I don’t move. I barely breathe. I don’t eat. I won’t drink. I will have my sleep. My sweet, eternal rest.

Even more time goes by. I’ve almost reached death. I am so close now. I can finally be free. I can almost taste my absolution. My eyes are slipping shut of their own free will. I can finally sleep. I’m letting go…

The doctor stood over the young woman’s body. A sheet had been pulled over her. He sighed. He wished he could have helped the girl. But, as he had told the nurses, she had been too far gone. He only hoped her family would understand that. He grabbed his clipboard and left the room. He strolled down the hallway of the hospital, the screams of the patients ringing in his ears.

A/N: I hoped you liked this. I would greatly appreciate input. Please point out any and all grammatical errors I have made, please. I don’t have a beta. Please read and review.