I can’t escape my pain, what I lost and the scar it left.

I look at the blank walls of white, realizing I’m acting up again, but this time I continue until they have to hold me down to calm me.

Nothing they do works on me I scream and kick but they still hold me, I cry and point at the doctor he comes towards me and asks me what I want, “clack clack” is all I say. It’s been two hours now I can’t stop saying clack clack, until a women grabs my hand and pulls me up.

“Clack clack”I repeat

“Yes, clack clack” the women says.

I cry again now because I’m scared,

“What’s you name?” she asks

“M-milu okalu” I reply

“Nice to meet you Milu my name is Amy”

“Hi Amy”I say

She nods and ask me stuff, but when she got to my age i said “I don’t know my age”

She looked at me the said come

I followed to a machine she said to stand there I did I woke up on a table barricaded onto it.