Torment

I wake up. Am I waking up? Either way, it feels good. The feelings go away as soon as I remember everything. Everything. I sit up. Only I can't. I can't sit up. I can't move. I can't move my body at all. My head can move though. Thank God.

I peer at my body from the bottom of my eyes. I am shackled up, with my arms enveloped in a straitjacket. I try to break free but I know I can't. So I do the only thing I can do. I scream. Except for the fact that I can't scream. I can only groan. My tongue. It's gone. I wasn't expecting that.

Someone must have heard me because I hear someone running. Slap after slap as the sprint down the stairs. Concrete, by the sounds of it. That someone soon opens the door. It creaks open revealing a tall man, who seems trustworthy. I recognise him from somewhere, but where?

He smiles at me sincerely and his blue eyes glint in the light... Those eyes. They are so striking, like they are piercing my soul. Where have I...

That scene. The scene where he was stabbed in the back. But he's alive. He Is Alive. My eyes widen in terror and I try my hardest to shriek. I shake myself in order to get out of the shackles, to weaken them at least. But I just can't get out.

The man rolls his eyes and waits for me to stop. That's weird. In my memories, he is more impatient than this. It makes me stop in suspicion.

"How about you stop screaming and I can explain why you're in this straitjacket?" he asked me.

That sounds alright. It made me want to call him a bastard because of it, but it seemed reasonable enough. I lie in silence as he reviews it all. All the facts. I can finally know what is going on with my life.

"Three nights ago, you fell asleep. However, a fire started in your house. It seems to have started by someone setting fire to something. Somehow, you escaped. Then, for some reason, it was reported that you started shouting "Matthew!" whom I can only assume to be your friend." I shake my head at that.

"Best friend?" Another shake of my head.

"Boyfriend?" He took his time, didn't he? I nod my head. He seems relieved to have finally got it right.

"Anyway, you were sent here by ambulance when someone dialled 999. On this journey, you had somehow managed to bite your tongue off."

I bit my tongue off. I bit off my tongue. That seems hard to swallow. Another part of my brain rolls its eyes. As is the doctor. Did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you said that out loud. That is not the point. The point is that you were naked at the time. When you punched a man in the gut, you started running up the high street. Someone had to tranquillise you."

I remember that. I can actually remember that. At least the whole of my memory isn't failing me. He waits patiently as I recall this.

"Back to the facts. You somehow managed to almost choke someone when you were tranquillised. This meant that many of the doctors want to study you and see what you were like. When they came in, you fainted and that was the end of that."

Yeah, I remember. He was there, wasn't he?

"Yes, I was there. You were looking at me a lot of the time... Right, now I know why I keep on getting side-tracked! Can you let me get on? Ask any questions later."

I nod my head as much as possible. He relaxes considerably before continuing with this saga.

"Thinking you were sedated enough that we could let in visitors, we let in your 'boyfriend.'"

Another roll of the eyes from him. A roll of the eyes from me. He smirks before carrying on.

"For some reason or another you were provoked by him. You scratch his bag, easily mutilating the skin. You almost gouge out one of his eyes. Then, he kissed you and you fell asleep..."

Now that I don't remember. Did he? Am I imagining things. Is he imagining things. Am I going mad?

"I said no questions!"

Whoops. Then he finishes off:

"The whole faculty felt like this was a good time to separate you from the rest of the patients and we brought you down here.

Any questions?"