Axel

Axel opened his eyes and grimaced. The same empty white room. The small bed with one blanket and pillow that barely kept him warm. There were drawings on the walls and a decent size hole next to the bed. He stood up and got dressed and took the meds that he was given. He hated the meds. the side effects especially of these were causing more sexual frustration than normal. He clenched his jaw. The nurses placed the muzzle on him and he walked out to the therapy room. he sat down in the poorly designed room. the white wallpaper chipping some chairs and tables haphazardly placed in the room with some games,and books. He sighed sitting at a table. All the other patients doing their own thing. It was a quiet day until a girl his age was thrown into the therapy room while she pled for what little freedom she had left. Observing her he had to admit she was beautiful. she isn’t going to survive here. I bet she will be dead by next week.