After classes had ended for the day, Jordan went back to his room, and faceplanted on his bed, sighing heavily into his pillows. Keeping his sanity during the day was a lot more difficult than it sounds. Listening to a constant little whisper in the back of your head while trying to focus on school was a little difficult, okay?

Maybe I could get a little bit of sleep in... he thought to himself, rolling over onto his side. Slowly, his eyes drooped shut, and he fell into a sleep. Which was a horrible decision on his part.

He was in a room with white walls, and a heavy door at one end. Machines and different types of equipment were everywhere. He was hooked up to a heart and brain monitor, and he was strapped down to a table by leather straps that were pulled tight around his wrists. A young woman in a lab coat, with a clipboard in hand was standing by one of the machines, holding a recorder in one hand.

"Beginning tests. Subject 225, Jordan Rivers. Insanity level concluded to be high, according to recent tests. A victim of schizophrenia, multiple personality disorder. Will now begin testing brain activity."

Jordan started to panic, knowing what would happen. He tugged at the straps helplessly, terror present in his eyes. "No, please, don't... I'm begging you! Please!"

"Starting at 10." The woman turned a knob, and pulled down a lever, causing the table to hum to life.

He screamed as electric currents pulsed through his body, making him shake violently on the table to which he was held. The electricity stopped, and the woman turned the knob again.

"20."

Jordan screeched again, as the power was turned up, and he felt himself losing control over his own body movement. It stopped once more.

"30."

More pain.

"40."

More agony.

"50."

More pieces of sanity flaking off, and becoming lost.

"60."

More hope escaping him.

"70."

Jared won't come for me...

"80."

Faith doesn't care...

"90."

I'm going to be imprisoned here forever...

"100."

Jordan screamed at the top of his lungs, blood starting to gurgle out of his mouth and out of the sides, dribbling down the side of his face. He couldn't take it anymore. He desperately wished it would stop. Desperately hoped he could hold on to just a sliver of sanity... so that he wouldn't hurt anyone...

And then it stopped.

"Subject seems to be showing high brain activity, even while under extreme amounts of physical stress, and pain. Due to the pain, he seems to be becoming more and more drawn to his insanity than his sanity. This proves that a lot of pain can put him on edge. I have come to make the hypothesis that emotional trauma would have the same effect. This concludes my notes for the time being."

The woman clicked a button on her recorder, and the recording had stopped. Multiple men came inside and unstrapped Jordan, sliding him off the bed, and holding him down. Jordan didn't even try to struggle. He was too weak... he could barely move... the pain was too much...

After a long walk down the confusing hallways of the asylum, he was thrown back into his sterile white cell. His prison.

And then, he fell onto his stiff bed, and began to sob.

Jordan awakened with a sob, tears streaming down his face. That memory... it was too much... it was so painful...

His time in the asylum (only about a week and a half, mind you) had broken him. Traumatized him. It broke him in places even he couldn't reach in to fix. His sanity had flaked away. His hope had been stolen.

He had even began to think that he'd forever be imprisoned in there. He thought that he'd never see Faith again. Her beautiful, peaceful face when she woke up next to him in the mornings after a nightmare. He'd never have to put up with his brother, Jared, being a complete idiot. He'd never see Tabby, his little sister, and he'd never be able to protect her from boys and making the wrong decisions.

He honestly thought, that he'd never see his family again.

Jordan sighed, wiping away the tears that had fallen down his face in streams.

It was over now. He was safe. He'd never have to look at an asylum wall ever again.

And taking a deep breath, he fell asleep again, hanging onto that thought. That hope.

No nightmares haunted his sleep after that.

Mwahahahahaha, torturous memories are the best :)

More coming soon.

~Raven