I was still waiting for the results. I took a look around me. Maybe I was able to understand the world and space which I was living. I saw walls- white silver, yellow. Very plain and professional. I saw some people walking past me. Doctors...scientists...soldiers...anything a government police has. I looked at my guider some meters away. He was playing with a coin at his hand. I looked forward again. So many people….were walking in front of my eyes. I was trying to figure a characteristic. The man there had brown hair. The doctor was wearing green glasses. The other soldier over there was talking with another and they were drinking coffee. As for the space, there was a big wall. No windows. Some wires connected to a hologram. I stopped doing that. My head got dizzy again. Suddenly, I felt a shadow approaching. I raised my head. It was the doctor who checked me before. He raised a smile looking at me.

"How are we feeling, young man?" he asked me, cuddling my hair. I didn't interact to that.

"...How am I supposed to feel?" I asked plainly. He quickly changed his mood. Then he got to the soldier who was observing me. They were talking something, I wanted to listen, but I couldn't catch a word.

"Yes, I understand." the soldier finally said. They both looked at me. I was feeling awkward. Like that time I had been thrown to the ground by the soldiers, after they killed my friends. Then I cleaned my throat, and took the courage to ask them.

"What were you talking about?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it. But let me tell you something." he moved his hand as a sign to come there. He grabbed lightly my shoulder. He had this smile again on his face.

"The man here is going to put you in a room. Don't worry, you won't be harmed, I promise. It is just a room, very peaceful and quiet. You will stay there for a little time, don't worry. We will meet again sometimes to test you again. That's all. You don't have to worry, boy." he said. I nodded. He pat me friendly at the shoulder. The soldier took my arm and started leading me to the "room". I looked at him. He had the plain face of a professional- focusing on the work.

"Um...what is that room exactly?" I asked him.

"Didn't the doctor told you?"

"Yes, he did, but...I was wondering..what are you going to do with me?"

"Don't worry. It's just a therapy. Nothing at all" he said.

I focused at these last words. Therapy? For what? Did..something got wrong at the tests? Oh no….they didn't mean asylum, right? They..they thought I was crazy?

"Wait, if you think I am crazy because of that I did a few hour ago-"

"Shut up, the tests showed some problems in your psychoanalysis. Soon or later, you will show the first symptoms. For that, you need a therapy. That means, an asylum."

"But..."

I knew I wasn't crazy. I didn't know how, but I knew. On the other hand, the tests were positive. Moreover….what if I was crazy, and I didn't know? So I kept quiet. When we reached the room, I was given some hospital clothes to wear. Then, they wore me a restrain jacket, just like in movies. I couldn't move my arms. My stomach was turning sick, I hated this treatment. I was feeling like I was a lunatic, a psycho. My mind always told me: I am not crazy, I am not crazy. After that, they left me at my peace. I looked around the room. It wasn't very big, but not too small either. The floor, the walls, were attached with pillows. I figured the purpose was to restrain me from getting hurt, or keeping in my screams from the outside world. I sat back on the wall, and waited. But, for what exactly? Nobody was there. They had left me. The only persons I could see from now was my doctors, and maybe some soldiers who were going to give me food. But the world was over for me. Not that I cared. I was willing to die before. I was ready to push the cane, but I was too late.

Asylum room, day 1, 19:49

I didn't know how much time it had passed. There wasn't a clock, or windows to tell me the time. To me it felt like years. No, seriously, I feel like I have spent my half life in that crazy room. I knew that there was hidden cameras all over the room to keep an eye on me. I felt really awkward, it was sickening and scary the fact you knew they were watching every single move you do. So I tried not to do nothing, just still there on the wall. But I soon got bored. By soon I mean 5 minutes. Gosh, I had nothing to do in there! So, when I didn't care anymore about the peeking-eyes, I got up and walked around the room. Not the best way to solve your boredom, but I couldn't do less with my hands restrained. After I got tired and bored, again, from the walks, I sat down on the floor. That straight jacket was much more annoying that I expected it to be. I tried to take it off, but my attempts were fatal. It was well tied. Then I realized that I was very tired. That day was very exhausting. My friends and dad were killed...I got bring in by S.T.O.R.M….and I was locked in a crazy room. You couldn't say that it wasn't one of my worst days, now could you? So, I fell to my left side on the ground. My eyes got heavier and heavier, and they closed.

Asylum room, day 2, 10:24

I had weird dreams. More like anxious. It was a little hard to sleep, maybe because I haven't got used to this place yet. When I got up, I looked around, if by chance something happened when I was asleep, like, if they killed me, they transferred me somewhere else, or they felt like experimenting on me. None of these happened. I was still stuck in here. My heart broke, because I really hoped that that was all a big dream, and in reality I was sleeping in my bed at dad's train/submarine. But that was a stupid hope. I sighed. Then I looked at the door, hoping for someone to come in, I didn't care less for what reason, but I wanted to see a person. And I needed food. I had to eat from yesterday morning. I wished that I had accepted that lame food they bring me when I got her...Ugh, sometimes I am really an idiot. Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching. I let a smile. I hoped to god that the person was coming this way. Then the door opened, and a soldier came in with a disk.

"How are you feeling Suno?" he asked.

"Well...I...don't know." I said, muttering my words.

"Well, here is your first dose of food." he said and took the syringe form the disk.

"What? This is...my food? You are kidding, right?" I said, surprised.

"Okay, tell me, how do you expect to eat, with hands restrained?" he asked me.

"Well...I thought you would take them off, for some minutes..."

"Of course no! Are you stupid? We can't let you off restraints at your state!"

"What state?! Because I am feeling just fine, you know!" I yelled, for some reason really angry.

"Shut up you psycho!" the man yelled. These words pierced my heart. I lowed my head.

"...Don't..call me a psycho. I am not crazy." I said.

"Who do you think you are, giving orders like that?" the soldier said as he plugged the syringe containing what was called ''food''. Then he left. Silence came back in the white room. Chase eyes gazed the floor in front of him.

"I am not crazy...I am not crazy..." he murmured.

But, deep inside him, he started thinking it.

Okay, this is the end of this chapter. Please read the warning below.

WARNING; I thought about it, and I realized that I can't keep up with the story. I have no ideas. So that leaves me some options.

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