Hey guys! I couldn't help myself, I had an idea for a new fic, and just had to roll with it. I still haven't worked out all of the details, but i feel this is a good sneak beginning! I hope you like it, and please, leave comments on what you think! I can't guarantee any updates soon, but ill try my best!

The nightmare was the same every time. It doesn't haunt me everyday, but most nights of the week, I can expect it. On the days it does bless me with its visit, it consumes my thoughts, my mind, my everything.

At this point, what's real? Was the pain? Was my love? Was hers? Of course, I know the answers to all of these now, but the falsehood that I lived in, my false reality, the very thing I lived in, to hide from the outside, was a much better option. I opted out from my real life, I opted away from the pain. I opted out.

The nightmare would start in a white room, furnished lightly. The bed I lay on, a TV embedded into the wall, behind a sheet of what appeared to be thick plexi glass, probably so broken glass couldn't be used as a weapon. A bathroom, bare of anything dangerous, a chair, and a small window, barred, but never-the-less with a gorgeous beach view. I would long for the sun, the heat on my skin, the warmth radiating all over my body. I wish I could cherish it once again.

I lied in the bed, motionless, a feeling of hate and self-pity, so intense, I couldn't figure out why I wasn't sleeping, escaping to a better reality, away from the place I was trapped in. I felt myself drift into sleep before the sound of metal against metal woke me. I looked up and saw that a small horizontal opening had appeared on my door.

"Lunch time." A tired voice spoke through, sliding a tray of food through the space. I slid off the bed, and meekly made my way to the door. On the tray, sat a PJ&J sandwich, a small fruit cup, and water in a plastic cup, accompanied by 3 small pills in a plastic container. I knew I had to get out of here, I couldn't take it anymore. I missed the outside world, I missed the sun, the warmth that made me feel a live, that made me feel like I had a life worth living outside of this trapped constraint of a room. I noticed a plastic fork lying next to the fruit cup. I grabbed the tray, and slid that under the sleeve of my garments. I turned and purposely tripped, getting the attention of the man behind the door.

"Help!" I screamed out, my voice came out hoarse, probably form lack of use. Who is there to talk to all alone in a room? The paintings?

"Shit," The man mumbled. "Get some help!" He screamed down the hall to someone out of sight. He slammed open the door, and rushed to my aid.

"Are you ok? What's wrong?" He barraged me with questions, one after another. I had to wait for the right time. He turned his head away, and I let the fork fall into my hands, and swung my fist into his side, punching and stabbing him all with one hit.

He yelled out in pain as I got up and rushed out of the room, trying to find a secure place anywhere but here, I looked right and noticed two massive security men heading this way. I looked left, and noted that their wasn't a single noticeable danger. I of course chose the latter as my best route.

I sprinted down the hall, thoughts racing through my head. Where the fuck am I going? What the fuck am I even going to do?

For now, I had to push those thoughts aside and get out of there. I miss the sun, and it misses me.

I turned a few corners, passing room after room, all labeled with names and numbers. Where hell am I? By the time I got anywhere, I was out of breath. I hadn't put this much physical effort in, in a long time. I saw a sign, labeled in big red lit up letters stating 'EXIT' to my left. I turned on my heel, ready to make a break for it, when a big mass slammed into me from behind. I fell to the ground and was unable to move from under the massive man.

"Get off of me!" I screamed at him, flailing my fists around in a weak attempt to break free. He simply pinned my down, and rendered my essentially paralyzed.

Two or three nurses made their way over, and I noticed one of them had a needle full of some sort of liquid.

I heard a few phrases being thrown around: 'Calm down!' 'Everything will be fine!' 'Just relax!'

How could I be ok? How, in any form of this situation will everything be fine? When I'm stuck in that room, locked away behind a fucking door. I started to cry, still trying to break free, to smell fresh air, when an older man came up behind a nurse, stealing away the needle. He bent down next to me, stroking his hand through my hair. He lifted it out of the way on a spot on the left side of my neck, at this point I was too weak to attempt resisting, so I gave in.

With a pinch, the needle was in. As he injected the fluid, my mind started to clear. I felt my eyelids getting heavier and my vision blurring.

"Shhhh" He whispered. "It's ok, just let the sedative take over."

I wanted to stay awake, to fight back and be free, but it was hopeless.

He shushed me one last time and whispered "It's ok, just give in Anna."