• I woke up in a room that seemed to smell more sterile than any room I've been in. I tried to get up, but only to be pulled back by tan colored restraining belts. I looked at them then my wrists. They were pink and bruised. Cuts up and down both wrists, some still fresh. They looked like they were made during the night. I didn't seem to recall doing anything last night. I still have no clue why I am here in the first place.
    They think I am crazy don't they? Did I make a remark that the world was going to end and that I saw it? Did I attack a stranger telling them that I am a vampire and I need their blood? What could've I possibly have done? Nothing that goes to mind, no. Maybe some one lied to them.
    But, no, I probably did something, and it keeps replaying over in my head that I most likely did. That was the most disturbing part. This place was disturbing beyond it all. White every where made it this place completely blank. The only color was the cream colored stripe in the middle of the wall traveling back to where my eyes started. The floors where pretty shiny from what I could see from the little my head could point my eyes to.
    All I could possible do is just look up and lay there. It felt as time ticked away I was rotting away. More time ticked away and no one showed up. It was as if they didn't even care. If some one did come they could at least loosen the belts holding my body down. It feel like my wrists and ankles are suffocating. But only if it were my neck that was suffocating. No, maybe their's. They put me here, not myself. I didn't do anything that would've put me here. They're lying to themselves if they think I did anything. If that was the case then the suffocating would get deeper and their faces would be purple and blue. Their eyes would almost pop out of there heads.
    Then I paused. A flash back of blood in my mouth. Two men holding me down while I bite them. Ear bleeding screams coming form my mouth, escaping. Each scream sounding louder than the next. Then a poke in my arm and I feel into a deep slumber.
    That's why I am here isn't it? That one tiny thing, right? Tiny? Right. There was blood in my mouth. Not my blood, theirs! It was flowing out of my mouth onto my clothes, their own blood on theirs. It makes me nauseous to even think about it. It makes my face feel white and pasty. Suddenly it felt like there was something in my throat, as if something and crawled it's way in, died, and needs to come out.
    Then there was vomit spewing out of my mouth all over my clothes. Suddenly, I was choking on my vomit. I tried coughing it out, it was hopeless to get it out. My head could only reach to about an inch. Turning my head wouldn't even make it come out, I was already choking on it. I choked more and more, and still nothing.
    The door to my prison smashed open. A man in a coat and a women in a white uniform holding a tray full of metal objects and bottles rushed in. The man took the belts off as fast as he could and started pushing on my chest. The women blew air into my mouth. Soon, everything came out of my throat and mouth and I was no longer choking anymore. I could breathe properly. Not only that, but I could reach because I was no longer held down by those evil belts.
    I looked up and saw the women almost vomiting. I could see my vomit on her cheeks and on her rosy lips. She was trying to wipe it away but only to spread more on her cheeks. Her face turned a little white, but I could she was trying to be professional about it.
    The room no longer smelled sterile, but more like vomit. It smelled really awful and putrid. It flowed around and out the still open door. There my eyes locked on the door. I just realized that it was open, and I wanted out. But I couldn't just run, they'll catch me. But it seems the women caught on to what I was thinking and closed the door.
    “We saved her, but do you think we should keep her strapped down? Would if something like this happens again? We can't really take the chance of this happening again. What if she has the flu?” The women questioned the Man. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her eyes examined me hard.
    “If she had the flu she would've puked again. She doesn't look sick. Maybe she ate something bad before ending up here. And I agree we should keep her unstrapped, but we'll keep her in this room locked. We can't take the chance of her attacking any doctors, nurses, or even the patients. She seems to be content though. We'll give it a day or two to see if she's okay with going to being out of the room.” The Doctor exclaimed while he wiped some sweat off of his pale skinned forehead then running his hands through his black hair.
    By his face it looked like he must've been at least in his twenties. The strong light made his really blue eyes sparkle. But the concern brought unnecessary wrinkles in between his eyebrows. The purple bags under his eyes looked like he hasn't slept in two days. My all of a sudden vomit accident must've been the high-light of his day because he kept looking at me.
    He was on his knees his body over mine as I just lay there. He was breathing hard, his hot breath hitting my face. It cooled me off from the cold tiled floor. I shivered a little from it.
    He picked me up from the floor and set me on the bed. He put a blanket over my body.
    “How are you feeling after that?” He asked me, his deep voice whispered on into my head.
    I couldn't seem to find any words. The last thing I remember ever saying was from last night when I was screaming bloody murder. But I seemed to pitch out a whisper, “Fine.”
    “Are you nauseous?”
    I whispered out my words some more, “No.”
    “Do you remember why you puked?”
    “No,” I lied.
    “Okay,” He said, and then turned away from me and scribbled some things on some paper that was set on top of a clip-board.
    The nurse finally wiped the vomit from off of her face, “Should we move her to other room then while this one is being cleaned up? Maybe one with a bed without straps?”
    “Yeah, do that. I'll get some one down here do clean this up. Mean while, can you clean her up and find an empty room for her?”
    She started walking towards me, “Yes,” then held her hand out to me.
    I was uneasy with this gesture, it didn't feel right. I just looked at her hand and tugged the blanket over my shoulder a little. I didn't feel like saying no, so I just showed her. But she refused and moved her hand closer to me and smiled.
    “Makes this easy. I really don't want to tug you out. It's not good for your mental heath,” She smiled wider, her teeth whiter than ever. Her blond curls made her face a little soft and toned.
    It kind of made easier, but I still didn't want to nudge. So, I closed my eyes. There, I pictured the blond curled nurse, but she was screaming. I saw myself with some kind of sharp surgical tool, blood on it. My eyes wandered to her again, but there's blood running down her face. I looked closer and there were cuts on her face. A sudden chuckle came from throat. Not only from my daydream, but from my real self.
    I opened my eyes suddenly. Her face a little confused to my sudden chuckle. I slid up from my laying and just started to laugh really loudly. Tears streamed from my face. My mouth open wide with more loud laughter come from it. My eyes tightened from the laughter.
    I opened my eyes, and there was a sudden stop to my laughter. My hands must've found their way around the nurses neck. My body must've found a way to shove her entire body to smash her up against the hard wall. My hands tightened and my arms found there way to shake her. Her head kept smashing up against the wall. The shaking got harder and some blood started to form on the wall. I could tell she was no longer conscious and that me giggle a little.
    The Doctor was trying to pull me off of her, but I kept my lock on her. He ran away from me, but to the tray. He grabbed a syringe and bottle full of some liquid. He poked the needle in the top and tipped the bottle up-side-down. He pulled the end of the syringe to suck of some the liquid out. He pulled out the needle then pushed the end of the syringe just a little.
    He ran back over to me. I was too distracted to notice, but he poked the needle into my arm. He pushed all the liquid in. I calmed down and let go of the nurse. The nurse slid from the wall to the floor and just laid there, motionless. The Doctor caught me before I fall over. I looked up at his face looking at his blue eyes. My eyes started to flutter. But before I fall into a slumber I whispered, “Sorry.”