I breathe in and out through
my mouth, my heart pumping
anxiously.
I’m sitting on the bed, and I
haven’t even finished breakfast
yet.
I look behind me and see a
much smaller window I can’t
reach.
The sky appears to be cloudy.
Was I just daydreaming?
A sudden urge to weep
overwhelms me.
I cry and cry, not understanding
anything.
Didn’t I just die?
The white bandages covering
my body are turning red—
a deep, dark, sticky crimson.
There’s that same clicking
sound again from the door.
The person who opens it is the
maid.
She brings in a glass of water
and a black pill the size of a
quarter.
“W-Who are you?” I ask.
Sudden rage overwhelms me
as I stand up, forgetting the tray
of breakfast as it falls from my
lap and crash to the ground.
“Take this pill, and I will
tell you.” The maid
promises, wearing
a small smile.
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