"Where are my pills?" I demanded to know from the nurse. She had just finished her round, giving every patient their medication for the night, except me. It had been already two day's since I had gotten anything and I was definitely starting to feel the withdrawal.

With a tired sigh, she lifted her clipboard and looked through the list of patients. 

After a moment she put it back down again and gave me an annoyed look. 

"There is no medication written down for you buddy. So you aren't getting any. Now go back to your room, it's almost time for lights out."

What the hell?! That's impossible! The doctor would never take me off my meds just like that! 

My body started trembling, just the thought of not getting my medication made me panic. It wasn't like I was particularly a fan of them but so far they had been great at keeping me bound to reality. 

She started pushing her card down the hall when I called out to her, "Wait! Please wait. Maybe you could look into my records? Maybe it's just that someone forgot to write it down on the list? Or maybe ask Dr. Morris, she usually work till late." I bagged her but she just raised an eyebrow. "Doctor...who?"

I groaned in frustration.

"No! Not doctor Who! I said doctor Morris!" 

She shook her head and continued push her cart further down the hall. But when I followed her she turned around once more and gave me a terrifying glare. "Buddy I don't know what the hell you are talking about! There is no doctor Morris working here." She sighed and then continued speaking in a slightly less aggressive manner, "Please just go to bed. Tomorrow you can talk to your doctor and get some pills. Because it definitely seems like you could need some." With that she rounded the corner, leaving me dumbstruck. 

What the hell is going on? How can she not know doctor Morris? I thought, shifting from one foot to the other. Unsure of what to do I decided it was probably the best to follow her advice and to speak to a doctor in the morning. 

I went back to my room and threw myself on the bed, hoping that I would be able to sleep even without my pills.

Three hours later I was still rolling from one side to the other, desperately trying to fall asleep. Even counting sheep or doing relaxation techniques didn't help at all.

So I just ended up laying there, starring into the darkened room and thinking about how lucky I actually was that I didn't have to share the room with anybody. Being a long term patient does have its benefits. 

It wasn't long until an oh so familiar throbing and stinging sensation in my forehead made me sit up. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what was about to happen. 

At first my visions went blurry, then I felt as if I was levitating for a brief moment, before the impact hit me and I was pushed back onto the mattress. Fuck this was way rougher then usually. I groaned and rubbed my eyes to be able to see clearly again.

 

Thanks to the moonlight I could see that he room did look somewhat run down but way less decraped then from how it normally was.

I also noticed the floor was covered in filth and garbage that looked like it was only left there recently. Even the wallpaper wasn't peeling off yet, instead it seemed more stained and even wet in some spots. "Okay this is new." I said to to myself and slowly got out off bed. 

When I suddenly heard noises in the hallway I jumped back. I couldn't remember if I even ever had a vision where it wasn't completely silent. But now there were unexpectedly faint sound of footsteps and muffled voices just beyond the walls of my room. 

I wasn't sure what to do. On one hand I was really curious what was going on and why it was so different from the usual but on the other hand it also scared me half to death. Since I was seven my hallucinations had always the same patterns, dusty, decraped and deathly silenced. The only thing that changed was the place or the time of day but otherwise it was always the same. 

Even though I was horrified by the changes my curiosity still got the better of me and I slowly walked towards the door, while holding my breath. I was about to grab the doorknob, when all of a sudden a blaring siren went off, making me press my hands against my ears to shield them from the deafening noise. 

Over the siren I could barely hear the people screaming in terror. They were running around in a panic, their weight making the rotten, wooden floor beneath my feet shake. 

 

Before I could even wonder what was going the room all of a sudden was engulfed in bright light, almost as if someone had used a light switch to turn on the sun. 

I turned towards the window to see what was producing the light, just to be hit by a even more intense, blinding white light a second later. 

It happened so fast that I couldn't even process how a powerful shock wave shattered the gla, catapulting the shards in my direction. While my own body was thrown backwards against the wall. But I couldn't feel neither the glass nor the impact when my back hit the wall, all I felt was a the pain from being burned alive.

Desperately I tried to scream but no sound came out of my mouth. There was nothing else but silence, unimaginable pain and this all engulfing, blinding white light. 

"FELIX!" Eddy screamed, while violently shaking me by my shoulders. 

I slowly blinked manged to come back to reality. The pain was gone but I was still shell-shocked from what had just happened. All I could do was starring back at Eddy's worried face while I desperately tried to keep my heart from exploding.

When I came fully to my senses again, I pushed him away and quickly rushed to the en suite bathroom to throw up.

While emptying my stomach into the porcelain I told my self over and over again that it had been nothing more then one of my hallucinations and that it wasn't real, until I noticed something on my forearm. 

There was a bleeding cut with a big glas shard deeply inbetted in it. I slowly pulled it out and looked at it in disbelieve. 

How? It's not really... it can't be! But if it's not real then where is this piece of glas coming from?! 

"Felix? Are ya okay?" Eddy questioned, standing in the doorway.

On wobbly knees I stood up 

and turned to him. I could feel the warm blood running down my arm, where it dripped from my fingers. 

Before I could answer him my vision went dark and my knees gave out under me, making me fall onto the white floor tiles.