I sat there in a straight jacket, in a corner. All around me were
walls of soft material. No matter which way I shifted positions, my
body was engulfed in pain. Cuts all over me seeped red through the
white fabric of the jacket every time I moved. I felt a sneeze come,
and I thought to myself, "Please god no," and with an inward heave of
my chest, I sneezed, my face's muscles distorting its image, and
searing pain drowned my mind in panicked thoughts. As if the knife
was cutting into my face yet again. Both arms restrained, legs
chained together, I sat alone in that corner, and three words escaped
my lips. "Free at last."
