I sat silently in a chair, my arms strapped behind me, holding me to said chair. Dr. Christoph read several documents on me, my neural imaging, xrays, blood pressure levels, getting more and more upset at me for not understanding. Before he started swinging for the fences, he sighed and calmed down, taking a bottle of pills out of his coat pocket.
"Antidepressents, they're calming," he told me as though we were best friends. He sat in front of me and rubbed his eyes. "What do you see, I know you're not crazy, you suffer symptoms of Aspergers, but not of Schizophrenia or suffer from night terrors, so what do you see?"
I cocked my head to the side as I stared blankly. I opened my mouth, but shut it and remained mute. This just made Dr. Christoph sigh and stand up. He walked around before grabbing a bottle of water and taking sips, likely contemplating his approach.
"I know I wasn't the nicest, and I could make excuses like crazy, but I would like you to talk, Kyle," he stopped as my mouth slowly fell open. My name, he said it for the first time in years. I was speechless before, but now I couldn't breathe. "Or do you go by something else now, whoever you see call you something?"
A knock at the door alerted both of us. Dr. Christoph looked over and saw a nurse smiling, before he came in with a few security guards.
"Is he ready to go back, sir?" The nurse asked Dr. Christoph, who nodded.
"Kyle, my name is Brian, I hope to speak with you some more." Dr. Christoph told me before leaving me to get hauled back to my cell. A security guard grabbed my arm, and lifted me to my feet, before I slammed my head back, hitting the guard in the nose causing him to let go of me as he recoiled. I dodged the other guard and the nurse as I ran after Brian Christoph. I saw him and charged him, slamming my weight into the back of him, causing him to collapse. "H-Huh? G-Guards!"
"Brian," I screamed, my voice scratchy and tense. "My name is not Kyle!"
I didn't get much more out as I felt a baton hit the back of my head, causing me to collapse off of Christoph. I rolled my over my vision blurry as I focused my attention on the guard in front of me. He swung again, connecting with my shoulder, dislocating it. While painful it gave me enough wiggle room to slowly slip my arm free of my straightjacket, and slip it off completely. I quickly scooted backward as I the guard swing again, missing me barely, stricking the floor. While drawing back I kicked the guard in the shin, and scrambled to my feet and ran, slamming face first into a wall. I collapsed again, fading fast from consciousness.
I didn't awake in a metal cage, but instead on a bed. Dr. Christoph standing next to me, holding a shot of adrenaline. He smirked and slapped my leg.
"Thanks for talking, Kyle," He walked away as I was left to lie in pain. I used the time to think, about a way out, my family, and the ponies, and why Brian wants to know about them. What would he gain from knowing about them? A nurse walked in during my brainstorming and poked my leg.
"Hey, wake up, Si- Kyle," I looked over at the nurse, who smirked softly, his hair cut short. "It's me, Harp, we tried pulling you over, but you were pulled back. Why did you attack a guard!"
"I had to," I smirked as I saw him staring confused. He shook his head as he read over my charts, before quickly reseting my shoulder, causing me to cry softly. "Fucking warm me next time, dick."
"Oh, shut up, you caused it, how about you warn us the next time you fuck with the guards and doctors?"
"I didn't have time too," I slowly pulled a small pen out from my pants pockets. "I grabbed this from Brian, and now I have a means to communicate without speaking."
"Sweet Celestia, you're a mix of stupidity and intelligence you know?" He shook his head as he placed my chart down. "Well, hide it again before the guards or another doctor comes along."
"Actually, this is where you come in, take the pen and write a note to Brian about everything, but give the note to me, to keep fucking with him."
"To give him more reasons to hold meetings with you, and more time to think of something to say," he took the pen and slid it into a pocket. "Well, atleast your attack of the guards pays off a little."
"I fought the law, and the law won," I smirked as a nurse walked in, her hair a normal brown. Harp left quickly as he avoided eye contact and the nurse checked me over and lrft me to fall asleep on my own.