Chapter One: Who am I anyway?
It would be a lie to say I have no clue, as to how I wound up here.
The truth kept me up at night, kept me tossing and turning, screaming and clawing at myself.
A needle is how I got to sleep at night, its the only way it could be done.
Restrained by four large men, as I stared up at the ceiling, as if the pattern's on the ceiling had changed at all since the night before.
I could name every spot of dust, or crack, on the ceiling without ever looking at it again.
The four walls, of my room closed in on me, as the liquid went running through my veins.
One last thought crossed my mind, the same thought that always crosses my mind, before sleep encloses around me...
Who am I anyway?