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Chapter 4: Confinement
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Let me out of here." I yell, while fighting the nurse in my manic state as she tries to give me some kind of medicine in a blue bottle.
Looking up at her, I could swear that she looks like the red haired woman but older, with grey hair. I try to sit up, but they have me tied down with leather straps for a 72 hour involuntary psychiatric hold. The room I am in is stark, white and the lights are those big round operating room lights that hurt my eyes when I look up at them.
Trying to think of anything I possibly can to get out of here, I resort to begging. "Please, I need to get out of here. I suffer from White Coat Syndrome and if you keep me in here, I will go crazy. I can't be around all these doctors if you expect me to be able to calm down."
I remember when I was little, my older brother died because a drunk driver swerved over on the sidewalk. He hit him while he was picking up my ball. My parents drove to
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