A Mistaken Identity.The chains on my frail arms were tight;A Mistaken Identity. by pushingdaisies
scraping against my skin.
Why was I here?
My bloodshot eyes shifted back and forth between the soft looking white walls.
I am not who they think I am.
I could not prove anything;
I could not defy them.
When the masked, mysterious men dragged me into this cold white cell,
I could not speak clearly.
Just insane gurgles and babbling erupted from my dry lips.
All the more reason to confine me to these buckles and straps.
The sedative swam into my blood so rapidly.
It had taken effect too soon.
I could no longer plead my case,
I was too tired now.
I just wanted to sleep.
Why did i have to be in the wrong place at the wrong time?
She had gotten away.
She was out there;
Another outbreak of nausea and panic crashed through my being.
What could i do?
My life was over.
And hers was just beginning.