A bright white light hits me in the face and I try to react by covering my face, but I can't I'm reminded I'm strapped down again. My restraints on my hands are too tight and my now feels cold and tingly. No one checked on me last night.
"Wakey wakey Harley!" Norman the brutes stomps in and smiles. He always was an asshole. My vision enhances as I adjust and my cell is a green and dark, besides the hall light beaming in my room. The smell of rust and grandma soap fills my nose and my stomach rolls. Norman sighs when he reaches the foot of the bed. "Trouble, trouble, and trouble are we? I read your chart." He holds up my chart to wave it at me, and gives me a wink. His smile disappears when he squats beside my bed so his face is close to mine. Norman's all white uniform makes him look darker than he really is; his brown hair is grown out a bit and slicked back. "We need to cut you from the stem my pretty flower. We wouldn't want to have to pluck your delicate petals now would we?" He glances at my now almost numb hands that are tinted blue now. "Oh, you really pissed them off. What to do with you?"
He moves closer to me so I can smell is greasy jelled hair and his breath reeks of cinnamon. With all my strength I turn my head away from him. He leans his face so his nose presses against my cheek and his hot breath strokes my skin. He deeply inhales while twisting my loose hair around his fingers and nibbles on my ear, "I will break you… but later." He whispers. He leans back and pops his knuckles. "Later. Now it's time for some food, so you behave yourself and keep quiet." I feel sick, oh god. All I can do is slowly turn my head so I meet his eyes and I stare. He hates when I stare. He scowls unapprovingly and he reaches to his back pocket and pulls out a big syringe with a black liquid inside. For a moment he plays with it and shows it off to me, and then suddenly he stabs it in my forearm, and pushes the meds in fast so it hurts more.
Norman smiles obviously satisfied with himself. Quickly I lose all feeling achy throughout my arms and legs. He undoes my restraints and whistles an upbeat rhythm. Bam! The sound came from the hallway then I hear nasty cackles, lovely. I can feel my heart beat slowing and my breathing evening out. The drugs this place gives me always messes me up but it's the only way they'll feed me. Norman's icy hands graze over my skin as he undoes my gown and slips it off, I can see goose bumps follow where he touches me. He grabs my clean clothes from the chair in the corner and rushes to put it on me. When I'm dressed he strokes my neck and sighs. Slowly he moves closer and he's inches away when the door opens. He ran out of time. A nurse who I think I've seen before walks in with a wheelchair that creaks. "Ms. Liddle, time to wake up." She stops abrupt when she sees Norman so close to me and her eyes widen as she realizes what's happening. Norman stiffens still holding my old clothes he pauses then walks past her and out the door. This is not over, he'll be back.
The nurse tries to smile and forget the scene she saw and pushes the wheelchair right against the bed. Her bright red lipstick is all I can focus on. When she grabs my arms and pulls me to sit up, I can't move so I fall on back. "Damn it" she mumbles. She grabs me again and picks me up as if I was a doll and sets me in the chair. Wow. The nurse is hardly bigger than I am. She huffs and puffs as she straps me in the chair.
I drift in and out as we stroll down the halls; pass all the security check points, and the loud buzzers. I'm so tired I can't keep my eyes open. My head feels as if there is an axe splitting in me. When my senses begin to come back in the rest of my body all I feel is cold. The loud clank