Incredible

Oh, my head...

Well, I'm free. Somehow.

Okay, I know how. I just can't believe it. Dr. Beakman didn't like the fact that I'd only been pretending to take my meds. And that I knew the things that he insisted weren't real indeed were. And the fact that I was trying to escape.

So, he and some assistants took me into a back room and strapped me onto a table. From there, they proceeded to put something on my head. They shoved something into my mouth and made me bite down on it. They then began giving me intense electroshock therapy.

It hurt worse than you could ever imagine. And there was nothing I could do. I knew this bastard was going to kill me.

Then the room went dark.

I heard some yelling and saw some swiftly moving specks of light. It was the Shadow People. They were apparently protecting me for some reason. I felt my wrists and ankles freed and my adrenaline was pumping. I tore the headgear off and ran. But a Door appeared in my path.

Stopping, I turned around.

I saw some flashing bands of light and the room returned to normal. The Shadows had failed--they were contained.

"Thank God for the Archive," said Beakman.

He and the others turned toward me.

"Your little friend is an agent of the Archive. He told us everything."

I ran to the door, but it was locked. I knew it was foolish. I knew I could be lost forever, like that family I read about before, but it was my only option. It was my only possible means of escape.

I went through the Door.

My headache is getting worse again. I'll continue this story later.