You don’t deserve to live. You should just get it over with. The voice kept repeating. Others would chime in from time to time as well. There’s some rope over there in the closet or there’s a knife in the kitchen, make good use of it and slit your wrists. Then I hear hammering on the door and insistent tapping on the window. I look out the window and even though I can still hear the tapping, there is no one to be seen. I get up and open the door, no one, not even a shadow. I hear a voice behind me, telling me to go upstairs. I follow it, knowing that I should run away and call for help. My breathing is starting to become ragged, I’m hyperventilating. It doesn’t help that my anxiety is becoming worse by the minute. My senses, mostly hearing at first, are becoming overstimulated. I hear a car door slam. There is no car in sight, not in my driveway nor in any of the surrounding driveways. I hear water running even though I’ve not made it into the bathroom. After that was my sense of touch. I could feel the warm water seeping up my legs. Or, at least I thought I did. When I came to my senses, I was standing outside in the hallway two doors away from the bathroom. I feel an ice cold hand press into my lower back. I turn around expecting to see someone, but there is no one there. I begin to smell something downstairs. It wasn’t smoke, I’m not sure what it was. It was sweet, sour, and salty mixed with the smell of mint and something that might have been dead mouse. I get back to the first floor landing then I started to taste it. Skunk spray. I couldn’t smell it, only taste it. I started to gag, I wanted to puke! I felt so sick. What I smelled and what I tasted were beginning to contradict each other. I could hear someone walking toward me. Whoever it was came closer and I could sense them lean over me and then made me swallow something. My breath came even more fast-paced than before, then I can feel a sharp pinch in the side of my neck. An ice cold sensation surrounds the spot on my neck and I get sleepy. I soon pass out and when I wake, my mind is calm and clear. I think to myself, it’s really nice here. The padded room is pretty nice, especially when the voices get to be too much.😀