I am back in the institute I spend many years of my life, but I know this is impossible. I left that place behind me; they shouldn't be able to cause me anymore harm yet this all still feels real.

They knew I'm still unstable that is clearly written in the reflection of my eyes. I sit here in the corner of my room with my knees pulled up to my chest. The white walls surrounding me seem to be getting smaller and smaller crushing down on me. I take in several deep breathes as if I'm afraid I'll run out of oxygen then I suddenly cut off my breathing. I hope I do run out of oxygen.

The world begins to bend in odd ways as swirls of black wisp across my vision. My head begins to feel lighter as I slump back against the wall. My lungs feel as if they are going to burst as my body betrays me giving in as I begin gasping for air. My entire body aches as shocks of pain spread through my entire being.

Zane stop trying to inflict pain upon yourself that is our job.

Suddenly pain vibrates through my skull and I can't stop the scream of anguish that escapes my lips.

"Please stop!" I yell out but this simple action only intensifies the pain to the point I can no longer see. Without my eyes I am nothing. Nothing but a pathetic boy who is losing in the battle against himself.

You can't win against us Zane; do you see where you are now? The same place we made them send you eight years ago. Do you remember your first kill because we sure do. The way your father's blood shimmered in the paling light was mesmerizing, so very captivating. The way his desperate attempts to breath echoed off the walls was sweet music to our ears. That beautiful wound seared deep into his chest was a piece of art done by your hands.

I look down at my trembling hands; why bring me back to this place of hell? Perhaps I thought these walls could take me away from my reality, but that was only another lie embedded into the depths of my mind. My breath becomes short and choppy as I curl into a ball on the floor shaking. I have once again fallen over that edge. Into the dark abyss that eats away at my insides like a wolf who hasn't tasted the sensation of blood dance across its tongue in days.

I am at my breaking point and maybe here closed in by these walls will be where I finally meet my end. Still blinded I reach up and place my hand along the cool wall. I dig my nails into the plaster and the stinging sensation spreads through my fingertips; I just need to write. I claw away at the plaster knowing that the wall will be smeared in my scarlet blood.

My blindness continues to swarm me and all I can hear is the pounding on my heart against my chest and the sound of my ragged breathe. My nails continue to scratch away at the surface of the walls and soon small lines of the room spring into my vision.

I blink a few more times and they finally release their hold allowing me to see once more. Once my eyes become focused they widen in horror at the words written along the wall in my blood.

"Forever more will the screams of the young man Zane be trapped along these halls.

Forever more will his blood be spilt by the hands of another.

Forever more will he be left hidden keep in the clutches of the shadows.

His flesh will be torn away from his body and as new flesh heals devouring the old scarred skin new scars will be pressed into his body.

His desperate cries will be brought on until he cries crimson.

His cheeks will be stained in his own blood while every piece of him is torn down.

Torn down until there is nothing left but an empty shell of a boy who used to be.

You thought these walls would help you escape from your reality.

In reality they will welcome you into your nightmares."

How could I have written these words? I look down at my blood stained hands as the voices in my head laugh in chorus causing me to cover my ears with my hands.

"I need to see the ocean!" I scream out; how could I have chosen to return to this place? How could I have forgotten the tricks one's mind plays on you while locked like a savage animal.

I hear the door to my cell open, but I don't look up. Instead I keep my eyes transfixed on the scarlet words inscribed into the wall in front of me. I feel a hand roughly grab me by the back of the neck, but I do nothing to fight back. I'll take whatever punishment I am to receive for acting out; I would deserve it.

Maybe I deserve everything that has happened to me over the short period of time that is my life. Maybe I deserved to be used by Scarlet in these games we all pretend to care, but we never truly do.

She never cared about you Zane; who could? You're useless and pathetic; just look at you being dragged away without even putting up a fight. You disgust us boy. Worthless is everything that you are and all that you will ever be.

"She will be here to see you soon," A harsh voice rings through my ears as I am thrown into a dark room. The coldness of the room creeps around me constricting my airways like a serpent. My eyes take in my surroundings and they are familiar to me. The various tools used for torture surround me and I have memories of each of them. This is how they believe they cure those of us who are "sick" in their eyes.

"Well Zane isn't this a pleasant surprise," The sound of her voice creates the illusion of the Grim Reaper raking his dead icy hands down my spine. I refuse to look at her as the clicks of her heels against the stone floor grow closer to me. I feel her intertwine her hands into my hair and she yanks my head up so I am forced to look at her.

She looks the same as she always has with her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders with that hungry animal like look gleaming in her pale grey eyes.

"Arianna," I hiss through my teeth.

"I really missed playing with you Zane; you always were my favorite play toy," She giggles as she kneels down so she is at level with me. She traces her fingertips along the curve of my lips and I flinch away from her touch. A frown plays across her features as she stands back up and drags me towards a large bin set up in the center of the room.

"You wanted to see the ocean and I will give you exactly that," She roughly grabs me shoving my head into the large bin submerging me into icy cold water. My body thrashes around desperately, but I am weak and cannot fight against her.

She brings my head back up and I gasp for air as a few words roll off my tongue, "Worthless is everything that I am and all I will ever be."

The moment she is about to submerge my head back into the icy waters my eyes snap open and I sit up desperately gasping for air.

"It was just a dream," I mumble over and over to myself trying to convince myself that these words are true. Every moment of that dream felt real. I pull my knees up to my chest as my body trembles. I try to stand, but my body betrays me and I remain in place as if frozen in time.

My eyes start to fall shut once more, but I quickly snap them open afraid of what I may see. I never want to lay my eyes upon those four white walls again. Those walls that hold nothing but insanity.

"Just a dream," I say one last time as my words hang in the air around me.