Locked in a mental ward, where I was watching, locked to the bed as people were drained of the things that made them unique. It terrified me, so every time I screamed for freedom, they came and injected me with a fluid that would make the screaming stop, but not the act of screaming physically. It took away my voice, not the fear. They tightened the buckles til my wrists bled as I lashed out. Every time, my eyes were open to the suffering, or unknown suffering to those around me. The 'doctors' shoved me with medication via syringe when I couldnt make a noise when I tried to scream more. When I fought back, I was hit, pushed, punished. Then it was my turn. I remember seeing my tattoos fade, every scar become invisible, but in turn of the scars, I was littered with barcodes only scannable by lazers that kept check of all my memories, my life. I ran. I ran for my life, but these pipes kept hitting my legs, then when they found the weakness in my left hip - they shot me in that area to stop me. They knew my weakness via scans and taking my sense of self away. | Anything