Prologue

The metal was cold against my skin.

Leather restraints secured my wrists and ankles to the table.

Or slab.

Whichever way you wanted to look at it.

The doctors had said 'It was for my own good. I wouldn't be sick anymore.'

So, wanting to get better, I had agreed with everything they said.

They brought me to this room, with it's mustard coloured walls, the metal slab, and cuffs, and then I realized that everything they had said had been lies.

A single light-bulb flickered above my head.

The big security men, that made the rounds with the doctors, in case a patient had an 'episode', had grabbed me and strapped me down.

I had begged them to let me go, screaming that I was fine, and didn't need this 'new treatment'.

Everyone had ignored me. No-one took any notice of screaming in a mental institution.

The light-bulb dimmed and flared and flickered again.

People didn't come back from the darkness. At least, they weren't the same if they did.

I screamed, ''Please don't let it get me!''

Again they ignored me.

The light went out.

A/N: So, new story. Do you like it? Is it something I should continue? Let me know in either a PM or a review! PLEASE, and THANK YOU for reading, it means so much :)

~Abbey