I woke with a start as I heard my doctor enter my room, the lock going off with a buzz. He came to give me my daily dose of "detrimental" medicine, then to leave me to wallow in my pity. I looked at him as I frown, but his face was obscured by the shadows as I moved away from him.
"Come on, Thomas, take your medicine," he coaxed me, as I remained silent. If I spoke I'd be subdued, and the guards weren't kind. They weren't meant to be, but I felt, no, I knew, they hated me and loved causing me pain. "Thomas, take your pills, it'll help you leave here sooner, so you can be healthy and be with your friends."
I silently reached for the pills as I took them in my hand, fighting the urge to through them at him, as I swallowed them down. He turned and left, and as soon as the door was closed, I spit out the pills. I laid back against the wall as I got warm in my straight jacket.
My name was Thomas, now it's patient 629, only the doctors call me Thomas every now and again, but I don't respond to the name anymore. I've been in this room for about three years now, leaving only to go to the bathroom, I don't remember taking a shower, I don't remember warm food, I don't remember love or friendship.
I found solace in the dark, unlike what I first thought when I came here, I was scared for my life. I was fearful of everything, I wanted my family, but I soon came to resent them, my parents probably erased me from their minds, as I did them.
I sigh, as I close my eyes and fall asleep, letting my mind take me to Neverland.
I hadn't seen them since I was originally incarcerated. They were the reason I was incarcerated, but I don't know what they are. All I knew is their genders, one was definitely female, the other was a male, but he was flamboyant.
I looked around, as I see I'm in a less comfy cell. This one had a floor of concrete and the walls were that of a cage. I preferred my padded cell.
"Hello, if you can here my voice, nod your head," I was asked, as I remembered the voice, it was the flamboyant male. I looked around my cell, not seeing any speakers, but I nodded. "Good, that means it's working, do you remember me?"
I avoided speaking as I didn't trust my voice, so I nodded again. I was met with a momentary silence, as I collapse onto my belly. I looked at my hands, and in there place I saw hooves. I shook my head and sighed, as I shakily stood on my hooves.
"Good, it appears as though you aren't having trouble adjusting, but I must ask, are you slightly perturbed by your lack of hands?" The voice asked as I shook my head. "Astounding, he shows no neural signs of stress or fear, just," the speaker paused and breathed in. "Anger."
I tried walking, and tripped, my limbs not feeling normal. I decided to just roll over amd wait.
"I need you to get up and walk to the cage bars, please," I groaned softly as I rolled back over and stood slowly, my hooves feeling like putty. I moved two hooves and collapsed. "Here, trying using these," I watched as a pair of crutches appeared next to me. I shakily reached for them and grabbed one, using it to push myself slowly, but I fell back over. "Come on, you can do it."
I stood up again, using the crutch as a tool of leverage. I stood up and put the crutch down. I always was an egotist. I thought of how an horse walks. I lifted one hoof and stepped forward, still having balance. I smirked slightly as I moved my other front hoof forward, thus realizing my problem. My back hooves. I looked under me, and moved one of my back legs forward, finding less like a quicksand feeling, and more just alien. It felt wrong to move like this.
"He's doing it, he's moving, kinda," the voice sounded further away, as I heard another voice, but couldn't discern what was said. "Good job, can you try and make it out of your cell?"
I looked up and saw a section of bars swing out. I didn't respond, but I moved slowly, getting into a slow, tedious pattern. Before I knew it I was at the door, and I felt like I was getting better as moving as I moved faster. I wanted out of containment. I left the cage, and felt a sudden sense of fear as I looked around me at the room. I suddenly felt an immense pressure on my chest as I was forced to the ground.
I opened my eyes to see two guards holding me down, one had a handgun pointed at my face, another had my wrists in his, as he reached for handcuffs. I looked around as I saw my padded cell's room door open. I looked around and saw I was in a small observation room, as I felt a boot hit my head as my vision went black again.
I awoke handcuffed to a chair, with a bandage applied to the side of my head. I winced as the cold air nipped at my skin, as I realized I don't have a straitjacket on, just a white shirt and white pants.
"Ah, you're awake, hello, my name is Doctor Christoph," he had a heavy accent, maybe Russian, Ukrainian? His w's sounded like v's, and his s's sounded like z's. "I'm going to ask you some questions, is that okay?" I nodded. "Good, first question is do you speak?" I nodded. "Okay, you don't have to if you don’t want to, but I wanted to ask about your attempted escape."
This caught my attention. Attempted escape. I didn't try to escape. I looked up and look confused. Doctor Christoph noticed my confusion.
"You do remember, earlier, at around 11 AM," I shook my head. "Ah... maybe one of the guards kicked you too hard, well, earlier today, at around 11 AM, you managed to free your self of your restraints, your straitjacket, then managed to open the door to your cell and walk out."
I looked at him like he was crazy, which I found ironic, but he sighed and stood up from his chair. He called in some guards, and they made sure everything was okay, as he told them to return me to my cell, and to keep me under constant surveillance.