"This room is too bright." The words sounded quiet, in my head, but I was certain, absolutely certain I screamed them so loud my trachea burst. Why didn't they listen to me? They could at least turn the light off! Bright white walls, ceiling, floor, door, and they even made me wear white! What kind of sick joke was this? I tried closing my eyes, but no, of course that's not going to work with a 72-watt bulb glaring down at me as if Apollo himself rejected my existence. I sat, pulling my knees to my chest. This is it…?