Stuck in isolation

 There was hardly any light to be seen other than Nora's dimly lit candle, the combinations of dust and wax drifted into the air filling the room, not in a change of atmosphere but enough to overlap the fragrant scent sticks that stuck to one of the many rusted and torn walls, man this cell really needs to be decorated. The stains on the cemented floor where rats take a shit everywhere, the torn paint from walls where people apparently call them rusty, and the old rotted mattress with few patches that look like, mould, or mold? Whatever these people call it, and our food. UNTOUCHED for days... it even has a few fuzzy patches on it, disgusting.

 I looked around for staff until I noticed... wheres Nora? I swear she was here a while ago? I searched where she might be until I found her, laying on her bed bored out of her mind. GOSH she finally stopped muttering those words, it freaked me out. As I walked towards her I didn't notice until she grabbed my arm pulling me closer, I could feel her breath on my skin... That's when I felt something unnatural. She was oddly hot. I don't mean in a pretty way but I meant she was sweating. Well I could say she was hot (I meant pretty). As I pulled my face closer to examine her face, she opened her eyes and our nose touched. What was this feeling? My heart skipped a beat, Nora raised her Hand and put it on my chest 

 "Your heartbeat's pace is quickening..." she whispered. 

 I quickly pushed myself away as I quickly adverted my gaze when I looked at her "probably nothing." I replied as I went back to my rotting mattress, I let my eyes close, but the silence pressed too heavy; before long, sleep cornered me. I was in a dream, but it felt unusual, uneasy. there was a presence, it felt like a sleep hypnosis? maybe sleep paralysis? I couldn't quite get a hold of what it was.

 It felt like there was something trapping me in this horrid dream, even if I tried to wake up. what's the use of it... I cant anyways...My palms start to sweat, I hear some kind of calling afar and I walk closer to the dark abyss that hurriedly and impatiently wanting to consume me whole. "get a hold of myself" I whisper as I kept walking looking at pure darkness. I couldn't move a limb, not even a finger. I could hear a shadow figure whispering "is this really you?" as it whispered and whistled in a low tune I felt shivers down my back, my hairs stood straight like a stick, and still.i couldn't move, was I trapped. I tried screaming but all that came out was a whimper, I thought I was trapped till I felt a nudge beside me and I woke up, free from that nightmare. This is where my usual dilemma kicks in, jeez! Always those choices!! Bear in mind that this is my usual day in this psychological cell.

 "are you alright?" Nora came closer than usual, our faces close.

 "yeah, I guess so. Probably just a sleep paralysis event." I replied.

 "Alright, so..... do you want me to stay..?" Nora's fingers brushed along my thigh but she looked straight at me, her other spare hand rested on my arm. 

 "No, I'm alright." I smile and that's when the therapist came in for some... testing with the other mental people in other cells. This COULDN'T get any worse, every time I get into a fight with one of these mental kids, I always get bruises on my ribs and a bloody lip. The other kids got concussions cause of me, but that's not my concern, that's when my alter ego kicks in. Well, maybe not but I suppose its partially connected to my alter ego. I forcefully lift myself up towards the outside of my cell to the hospital looking room as they take my blood sample out of my arm, I feel irritated when they tell me "Don't get to any fights, I don't want ruckus happening here today." I roll my eye annoyed. Seriously? The lock clicks as my therapist applies handcuffs onto my wrist, cold metal bites my hand like a mad-hungry dog, shit, its fucking freezing...