Paralysis - Short story

''You have to understand that you have to stay here, stop fighting it, Natasha.'' he whispers to me in a soothing yet stern voice. As if I have a choice.

''I gave up the fight a long time ago. I'm just waiting. One day, someday. I will get out.'' I reply with as much adamant as his tone had.

He looks at me with a smug grin on his face as he takes the injection from the tray next to him.

''This should help you.'' Mr. Smugface explains as he injects the drugs in me. I stare at him and all I want to do is grab that needle and slash that pathetic mockery off of his fucking face.

He turns and locks the door on his way out.

I look around this dull, cold room. The curtains look like someone has clawed them. The sheets send chill through my body. The walls cracked. I don't even know how I got here. I lay down, my eyelids too heavy to keep open. I close them and let the drugs consume me. 

I'm awoken by an itchy discomfort in my throat, I try to cough but I can't. I reach in my mouth and find a strand of hair. I pull it and chucks of hair begin coming out of my mouth.. What in gods name is happening to me. I'm screaming but no one is listening to me. Why is no one listening to me...? 

I can hear them behind the door, whispers echoing down the hall. I hear screams coming from the other rooms. I'm trembling, I feel it in my throat. More and more chunks of hair lace out of my mouth. My screams are getting louder and the whispers are still echoing. I slide to the floor and wrap my arms around me. 

''You can make this all go away, ya know?'' That familiar, sweet voice, so persuasive, so tempting. Low cackles linger in the back of my mind. ''You know you want to...''

She continues, persuading me. Like a moth to a flame I want to be sucked in. ''It's just like sleeping, only.. you never have to wake up, Natasha.'' Whispers continue to slither down my spine. 

''Sleep would be nice...'' I consider as my body trembles with delight of the thought.

Interrupting, I  hear the key turn and Mr. Smugface enters. 

''How are we doing here?'' that too mocking grin on his face again. If only I could wipe it off. We both know what happened the last time you tried that. Not a wise idea. I feel sick and my chest is tightening . The irritation is building up in my throat again. As if something is stuck. I pull it out and throw it on the floor, wet, black, long knotted strands of hair.  

'' This, this is how we are doing. What is happening to me? what is this? What is happening to me? please, just let me out!!!!!!!!!!'' My lip trembles as I scream at him, 

''Please....'' I plead.

He stares at me, for once, not that smug smile. His eyebrows are narrowed as he looks at the floor, '' I don't see anything. Natasha, what are you talking about? This is why you are here, we are trying to help you. If you just sat....''

I push his tight grip off me and fly through the door. Running for air as if my life depends on it. ''I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy.'' I tell myself as I run feeling stupid and confused. wrapping the gown around me as I run.

The corridor is dark, dull and damp. A girl  sits rocking in the corner with her arms wrapped around her legs. Mumbling words too quiet to understand or even hear. A slender boy Strolling down the corridor approaches me, he looks directly into my eyes and they're black. His eyes are black. Fear takes over my body and I'm suddenly running, searching for a window. The itch in my throat is back. 

I reach in my mouth and this time it's not easy to pull out. It's plastic. I start pulling it out  as it grazes my throat.  

I want to die, I can't breathe. I can hear her pretty little voice in my mind but I'm in too much of a panic to understand what she is saying. Not hard to guess. I can taste the blood in my mouth. I look up to see them, dressed in white, blood down their uniforms. Why aren't they helping me. Why is no one helping me??? The walls are closing in on me my vision blurring I can no longer run.

Prod! 

I turn to see his arms out ready to catch me as I fall to oblivion. More fucking drugs. My eyelids fall. My screams are only in my mind. No one can hear me but myself. 

The feeling in my throat is still there, I can feel it building up. Whatever it is, it's there. I can't open my eyes, I feel my body wet with sweat. I can hear the ticking of the clock, The whispers in the corridor. I break through the darkness and my eyes fly open. I gasp. Fingers down my throat. Blood is filling up in my mouth and I whine. Please god, make this stop.

''You know what you have to do!'' giggles flood my mind. 

''Shut up, shut up, go away. Leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!'' I slur my words as blood drips from my mouth. 

I fall to the floor from my bed, it's so dark the only slight light I see is creeping in from under the door. I crawl to it scream as loud as I can but the door is unlocked, it's never unlocked. Excitement is pulsing through my veins and I can't get up quick enough. I stand almost tripping up and make my way out to the corridor. 

Deserted. 

I try the handle of the door at the end of the corridor. It's open... I enter to find a familiar looking figure sitting on a chair, candle light flickering off her face. 

''Mother, is that you?'' I sound lifeless as I approach her, I set myself down by her feet embracing the warmth coming off her as I inhale that memorable sweet scent I know all too well. 

''It's about time you found me, darling.''

The beginning of a short story. I would love and appreciate opinions and criticism if needed. Thank you!