As I opened my eyes I quickly squinted them again, the bright light from the florescent fixtures giving me a headache. As I adjusted to my surroundings I sat up in confusion. I wasn't in my room... I was in a hospital bed. My heart began to beat faster as my eyes darted to-and-fro trying to assess the unexpected situation. Iron bars lined the windows and the only door out was made of steel with a small, plexiglass window peering out. I suddenly realized where I was. I was in an insane asylum... I began to hyperventilate and leapt to my feet, skidding on the cold floor. I regained my footing and ran for the door. I sprinted from the confines of the room and out into the stark-white hallway. I paused, looking up and down for anyone that could help me. The hospital was empty, only echoing with the sounds of my hurried breath. I resumed my attempted escape and sprinted down the hall and flight of stairs until I arrived at an admissions desk. There was no one there. My stomach dropped as I slammed door after door open, looking for someone, anyone, to get me out of this place. My search was interrupted by a faint voice emanating from upstairs. I was frozen with terror by the sudden intrusion upon this seeming ghost town of a facility. I regained my composure and slowly, my bare feet padded down the linoleum-lined floor towards the voice. As I came closer, I could make it out as a soft song, repeating unknown words over and over again. This horrible tune was terribly familiar and sent shivers through my spine. I eventually arrived back at the room I had woken up in to find the door closed and another patient inside. With a deep breath I walked in. My mother sat on the end of the bed in which I had found myself in this horrible place. I meant to run, but couldn't. She was sobbing uncontrollably, holding her head in her hands and swaying it back and forth. "My baby..." She breathed. "My poor, poor baby...". I swallowed apprehensively and crept beside her, sitting on the bed.
"Your baby's here." I spoke without thinking. She looked up at me through her tangled and matted mess of hair, those same blue eyes I had, red with grief. In a flash of movement she had me pinned to the ground with her hands around my throat as she tried to strangle me. I screamed and flailed my arms and legs around, trying to break free but to no avail. I felt the warm water of a bath fill my lungs and realized she was trying to kill me like she had tried when I was first born.
I woke up sitting, an echo of my own yell bouncing off of the walls and cold sweat leaking from my pores. I looked at the clock apprehensively. It was three in the morning again, and I shook my head in response as I flopped down on my back. "Not again." I moaned, holding my temples with a deep breath. This was the same nightmare for three weeks and I was starting to get tired of it.