Amelia Willows

I wake up in the psych ward. god it smells like mold and dead bricks. everything looks old and abandoned I get up from an old frail hospital bed that I lay on. I try to stand but my legs give out, damn limbs never work. I try to curse but i'm too hoarse. I ravage the room and find a water bottle and a calendar. the most recent date is 2009 which is 2 years after I was admitted. its an old calendar... how long has it been.

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