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Published: 2022-03-02 23:22:05 +0000 UTC; Views: 6209; Favourites: 8; Downloads: 0
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Emily sits alone in her tiny padded room, the only sound accompanying her was the buzzing of the bright light. She gently tapped her bare feet against the soft cushioning of the bed, sometimes fidgeting in the tight confines of her straitjacket.
She was unaware of how long it's been since she was tied up in a straitjacket and locked inside a padded room, it could've been days, weeks or even months. She had no way of telling the time, she would never know when it was early morning or the dead of night. She would never know when an orderly would enter the cell to either feed her, take her to therapy or to the yard. Every second locked in the padded cell made her feel like she was in exile, ignored and disregarded by the rest of the world. She no longer felt wanted or needed to anyone, and for that she was damned to spend her days locked in a padded room isolated from humanity.
She remains in a constant state of denial, thinking she was just living inside a horrific dream that she couldn't wake up from.
Maybe she is right.
