After three days of confinement, I was finally released from my prison cell. My muscles withered and my bones felt like tree branches in a windy forest. There were no mirrors in the entire asylum, but I could imagine how unattractively pale and thin I had become. Most of the time it was difficult for me to even stay awake and my body shook from malnutrition — until I was given those pretty sapphire-like pills that made me laugh until I screamed and lost my voice and made me feel a false liberty. And each time I stuffed the grotesque junk they served me in the cafeteria, it was always vomited into the toilets.

The only positive side I have noticed is that I did not see any more ghosts or eerie illusions. I didn’t even dream at night — I assumed it was what those pills were doing to me.
So, I knocked on the nuns’ office.
“I have had a lot of time to think,” I told them, “and I think that over the few weeks that I have spent here, I believe that I have recovered very quickly and I no longer feel insane like I did before coming here. So…I want to say thank you, and I think I will be leaving tomorrow morning.”
The old mute nun sulked at me, and the other one just shook her head. They did not say anything, so I left and went back to my room. It wasn’t like I had anything to pack; the nuns had taken all my belongings.

In the morning, I walk myself to the entrance hall until I am stopped by a voice.

“Where are you going?” asked Dolly.
I smiled and said, “I’m leaving. Sorry, I forgot to say goodbye.”

She frowned and shook her head.

“You can’t.”

“What?”

“You can’t leave,” she said.

“Why not?” I questioned.

“No one ever leaves,” she stated.

I continued to gaze towards her curiously.

Quick steps came from the other side and Dolly slipped away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” said the nun with an evil grimace. She scoffed when I pointed towards the door. “Don’t you get it? No one ever leaves this place,” she said, as she stalked closer towards me. I backed away from her, and ran to the door. It was locked.

The nun grabbed me by the arm as I struggled to pull out of her grip. She was strangely strong, most likely used to dragging patients around. I begged for her to let me go. “You’re hurting me, stop it!”

I was strapped to a bed and blinded by lights as a piece of rubber was stuffed between my teeth. I writhed in the leather that bound me to the mattress and I felt a harrowing shock of electricity strike through my skeletal system traveling down my spine and into each little crevice of my body in the speed of light. The agony came in mind numbing waves, each one washing over and over until I no longer felt or saw anything.