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(you are in a mental hospital, there are soft walls around you and you are in a death jacket)

Ugh, what the heck is this? Why am I here?

The nurse comes in with a syringe and walks towards me.

I slowly reach for the rope, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I feel a wave of sadness and regret wash over me. But I know I have to do this. I have no other choice.

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I slowly reach for the rope, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I feel a wave of sadness and regret wash over me. But I know I have to do this. I have no other choice.

(it seemed to you that nothing happened... it was your schizophrenia)

The doctor ignores my question and walks over to a monitor next to me. He presses a button and a screen lights up.

I try to read the monitor but it's all medical jargon. I can't understand anything. I look up at the doctor, hoping for an explanation.

"You have been diagnosed with a serious mental illness," the doctor says, his voice flat and emotionless. "We are going to keep you here until we can treat it."