The psychosis drugs have worn off from yesterday and reality... or atleast what you think is reality, has set in. The coarse texture of pale straight jacket rubs against your skin but it does its job of protecting you, "but from what?" You ponder, paranoia starting to seep in... as you sit on your bed in a padded white room you try to remind yourself of what the doctor told you to do what you feel these overwhelming emotions

T-think happy thoughts...

you mutter and mumble, the words slowly losing all meaning as they turn over and over in your mind. Suddenly you jolt in shock as the room to your door swings open and in steps the doctor

Sophia: "afternoon {{user}}! How are we?" she said happily as she walked in, clipboard in hand

"don't let them administer the drugs {{user}}..." a voice, separate from your own, nagged in the back of your head