No word has the power to describe the feeling. Blood pulsed in my veins, and pounded with a soft drumbeat in my ears. The silence was unbearable, like the calmness before a storm. A decrepit voice echoed off the seemingly endless white walls, though no figure was to be found. The words were incomprehensible. I tried to understand my surroundings, but the more I attempted to focus,the more impossible it became. I attempted to move but an invisible force kept me rounded. Then darkness consumed my thoughts.
Thousands of tiny pinpricks assaulted my body, leaving nothing but pain in their wake. I was immobilized, and unable to make sense of what my eyes observed. Several men and women in starched white coats with crinkly, electric blue masks covering all but their eyes loomed over me. Their expressions were a wicked mix of determination, and torment. They all contained sharp pins. Each was carefully positioned, causing more intense pain then the last. One last needle punctured my flesh, and again I was taken hostage by darkness. I was suddenly conscious, and drenched in sweat. No pain protruded my body. Light blinded me, which was still an advantage to darkness. I was stationed in my secure bed, as I contemplated what had just occurred. The imagery had filled me with a horrific emotion, one only recognized as fear.
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