Wheels squeaked along the laminated floors, the white washed walls flashed by. All she did was lie there, confined by the solid bars on the side of the bed pushing in on her small frame. They suffocated her until her breath caught in her chest. She curled her fingers around the side of the bar, hanging on so tight her knuckles turned white. With every step that was taken she felt herself slipping. Everything that made her was slipping. She was losing control. Control was the one thing she had. Everything had its place and this was not hers. She needed structure; she shouldn't be here at the hospital. This wasn't part of her weekly ritual.

"Almost there now, sweethart" called the man pushing her. The words sounded as if they were spoken under water.

She was slipping. Farther away. This wasn't where she was meant to be.

The room she was pushed into was small, closed in. There was no space to move. The man was gone but two women replaced him. They fussed over her. Telling her what to do. Taking away who she was. Taking away her control. She wasn't meant to be here. Not here, not now.

Her eyes squeezed closed, the hand wrapped around the bar started to shake, followed by her whole body.

The women panicked, no-one reacted like this! They were only trying to help this poor, young girl return to good health. It was abnormal, weird, not right.

"Calm down! It's alright! Don't worry!" The women repeated like robots whose circuit boards had been wet with their heads twitching and arms flailing around. They were trying to convince themselves more than the girl.

A high pitched squeal came from the girl's lips, her body convulsing with her head vigorously shaking back and forth. The squeal became higher and higher. Slowly the noise turned into words.

"NO! No…no…..no…no..no..nono! It's not right! I can't be here!" the girl screamed, her voice raw with the emotion flowing through her words. She couldn't hang on anymore. Her self-control was depleted.

"Get the doctor!" One woman cried while the other scrambled out of the tiny room but the girl did not hear. All sound had become static.

A mask came over her mouth and forced air down her throat. There was nothing she could do to get the foul tasting gas away from her. The smell of sewage and burnt plastic clawed through her nose, the smell digging its tiny fingers deep in her lungs.

The gas muffled her shrieks of help; no one came to help her. She pushed her chest upward; she tried with all her strength to escape; to no prevail. Her muscles became weak and her mind weaker still. Three faces loomed over her as her breathing slowed and eyes became heavy. The faces were blurred together becoming colours that danced across her vision

Her body sunk through the bed she laid on. Nothing held her to the world, no gravity, no people, no plans. She was free and flying high.

She let go of her need to control her life and accepted the help the people were giving. A tear rolled down her cheek as she had lost everything she was but gained so much more. Freedom from her inner self-control. Her eyes finally closing as she succumbed to the tendrils of darkness which had wrapped around her like angels in heaven.

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