They dragged me here like I was nothing. Like I didn't matter. Their hands were bruising around my arms, but I didn't scream. I didn't beg.
I saved my strength.
The moment the heavy white door slammed shut behind me, I knew I was truly alone.
The room was... blinding.
Everything, everything, was white. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, even the thin mattress lying on one side of the room. There were no windows, no shadows. Just white and light.
The fluorescent bulbs above buzzed faintly, never flickering, just glowing, do harsh, so unrelenting, that it felt like needles pricking at my eyes. I squinted, but it didn't help. It didn't go away.
It was as if the lights were alive, punishing me, peeling away my sanity one unbearable second at a time.
