Prologue

I was being chased. I don't remember why, all I remember is running. The fear, the adrenaline, the sweat.

It was in a hotel so I took the elevator to the top floor. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea because if they waited long enough they would be able to see which floor I would get off at.

But I didn't think of that at the time. All I could think of was getting away.

When I got to the top floor I went straight to the roof as if it were natural instinct.

But then the scenery changed. I was still on a roof but it was different. It's a hospital roof.

There were reporters and people trying to talk me away from the building. The people that were chasing me said they were doctors and just trying to take me back to my room.

I started spouting nonsense. I couldn’t control what I was doing or saying. It was as if I was sitting and watching a movie.

I heard myself saying stuff like “This is the only way to truly get rid of all of you!” and “I know you’re not just drugging me because you think I’m some pscyco. You’re turning me into a lab rat for your stupid new experiment again!”

I looked down and saw that it was true.

I was in a hospital gown with needle marks everywhere. Way more than what there should be. There were even rashes on my wrists and ankles from being held down.

Then there was this feeling of knowing and understanding.

That’s when I knew what was happening. And the me I am no longer in control of was going to jump.

I backed away slowly from the so called “doctors.” I got closer and closer to the edge of the hospital. Then, I turned around and faced the audience on the ground.

I took a half step.

Blocking out those from behind that were yelling at me and only hearing the wind rush past me. Then I took a breath, closed my eyes, and took a step.

I fell.

I felt something and nothing. I could hear but couldn't. It was peaceful, for a brief second, I smiled. I was happy to be done with my life and to be done with all the real psychotic people.

I just wonder, how did it end up like this. I don't even know where I am, why I'm like this, or what happened for me to go to such lengths.

Why? What did I do to deserve this? How did I even come to be like this?

Come to think of it, what was my name? What did my parents look like again?

Then, as if some spell was casted to grant me some peace, I saw their faces for the first time 8 years.

It brought tears to my eyes and I whispered thank you in those final moments as black sunk in.

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