Returning

"You're sure?"

He nods, he is sure.

Still she hesitates a little. He just wants her to get on with it. He wants to stop feeling trapped. He wants to clear his body of drugs, and clear his mind of thoughts that could never belong to him.

His eyes track her movements as she inserts the needle into the IV and administers her 'cure'. There is part of him that wonders if you can ever be cured of yourself, because deep down he knows those thoughts are his. He can feel something happening to him, he hopes he feels the right things. Everything is blurry and all he wants to do is sleep.