It’s just another long pointless day. Not sure what the time was, day, or month. I lay there tied to a metal table like a dead, limp corpse with all of their eyes are peeled on me.
Like they were cannibals ready to eat my flesh off. I tightly lock my eyes together as they move the freezing damp cloth to my face.
I tense up as the water clings to me making it harder to breath. As seconds turn into a minute my vision starts to blur out as darkness starts to close in on all sides.
The head doctor says something along the lines, “Her sufferings must be that of a woman drowning, but cannot drown.”
I wasn’t as scared as I was the first time they had tried this on me. I think it’s kind of pointless because they think they are scaring me but really they can’t anymore.
I know they won’t kill me or at least not yet.
They think that the things they are doing to me will help me! Like all the other things they have done to me! No this will not work! I scream, “How the heck is this suppose to help?”
But all of my words were muffled since they had covered my mouth with plastic wrap.
‘I want out! I want to go back in time where I was at home with my family. With my older brothers.’ I try to get loose but I begin to struggle.
I all of a sudden feel my arms becoming stift ever so tightly that I swore that my skin was ripping into shreds.
“Let me out!”, I scream in pain. But once again no one had heard or understood what I was trying to say.