Silent Mockingbird pt 8

It seemed like I was never going to break this cycle of coming in and out of consciousness. I had a pounding headache, but I wasn’t strapped to a bed. My arms were wrapped around me, and with my leg still stuck in a shell, it was difficult to sit up. I looked around my surroundings, white again. It was almost blinding since this room didn’t even have a bed to create shadows. I tried to imagine my friends there, with me, but even those couldn’t break through the sterile walls, so they just stayed outside.
I was surprised that they hadn’t come in yet; I was very hungry, but as if on cue, one of them came in. It put a plate down with a golden apple on it, and instantaneously my mouth watered.
“I’ll help you with the apple if you cooperate with me, otherwise you’re on your own,” it said. I glared at it slightly and dove for the apple. Just before I was able to taste its sweet juice, it took it away, and my head hit the lightly padded floor, “When I said ‘On your own’ I meant without the apple, as well. Are you going to cooperate?”
I reluctantly nodded.
Instead of undoing my bounds, it held the apple out, “Go on, take a bite.”
There was an odd familiarity about it, the thing, but when I tried to think about it, everything was dark, “Don’t think too hard, you might have another anxiety attack. You hit that doctor real good; made her get stitches. Got a couple of other ones too, but not as bad.”
I moved back. Somehow it was reading my thoughts. I may have not remembered its face, but there was a dark energy surrounding it, and it made me feel uneasy. The fact that there were no shadows to hide in made it worse.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay,” it said, “I’m here to help, not hurt, you probably don’t remember me, do you? I’m Doctor Brugliate; I was your doctor the last time you stayed at the hospital. You weren’t much younger back then, you were twelve when they put you in my care.”
For some reason its words made me feel sick. I balled up in the corner of the room and tried not too look at him, “Here, why don’t you have another bite of your apple?” It came closer, slowly, and kneeled down just inches away from me, my heart was pounding so hard it hurt, “Wow,” it said softly, “your face hasn’t aged a single day.” It held out the apple, and while I was scared, I was absolutely famished, and slowly reached my head out for a bite. It watched me very intently as I ate, and smirked at me when I finished. “Good,” it said. It stood up and wrote some notes down, “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” it said, and then it left.
I sat there, in the corner of the room, staring directly in front of me, trying to run a broken movie reel in my brain that would shed some light on who it was. I didn’t have much time to think before it came in, with reinforcements, “I need your cooperation now. We’re going to perform electroconvulsive therapy, much like we did yesterday.” My eyes widened, my heart started racing and my breaths shortened again. I tried to bury myself in the corner of the wall but the reinforcements lifted me off the ground and dragged me to a room with a terrifyingly familiar table. They strapped me down and put wires all over me. There were a couple of minutes, then everything was gone… again.
Everything was foggy and wavy when I was struggling back into consciousness. I heard what sounded like a zipper and I wondered if they were putting me into a body bag. I was unable to lift my head to check, but I could feel that the wires were gone. I was still stuck to the table, but I wasn’t sure if I was paralyzed or if I was still strapped down. The reinforcers came in, unstrapped me, and dragged me back to the white room. They didn’t put the jacket on me, they just dropped me on the floor. I couldn’t move, so I looked up at the small window revealing the soft light of the moon, and I cried. I hadn’t dreamt the entire time I was there; I didn’t even know how much time had passed since the ball. My leg was still in a shell but it didn’t hurt anymore. As far as I can remember I’ve always been by myself, but for the first time, I felt alone and helpless.