Superfreaky228

"Where am I?" The young man thought to himself. "I feel warm... happy... safe. Where am I? What is this place?" His eyes slowly peeled open, and as light flooded his corneas for the first time, his eyes fluttered rapidly, rejecting the light, easing into it's brightness, it's warmth. It was then he realized he could not move, floating, yet suspended, in a glass tube. His container was full of a thick, yellow liquid. It felt... secure, like the embrace of a concerned mother. But the steel restraints on his wrist were not loving, not soft. It was clear to him this was a prison. With all his strength, he struggled, pulling his arms forward, ripp

I woke up in the strange bed, covered in the foreign, almost fake feeling clothing they'd dressed me in. I guess they were easy to move in, but hardly comfortable. Rather, hardly comforting. They reminded me of where I was, and why I was there. The lights were on, and no window was nearby to inform me of whether or not it was night or day. I attempted to sit up and turn to get myself out of the bed, but was snagged on the tube inserted into my arm. I had forgotten it was there, so the sudden jolt stung briefly. So the right of the bed was a bright red button, in case I needed any help. I begrudgingly reached for it, hating the fact that I nee