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Bren startled awake the medicine from his last surgery a few hours before finally wearing off.
“Another nightmare.” He grumbled, looking around the room with narrowed eyes. The shadows leapt up at him from the corners of his room.
“Schizophrenia.” His mouth played with the words the doctors had repeated right before he was knocked out. “Yeah right, I don't have whatever its called. Right guys?” He asked, the shadows responding with a chorus of no’s.
“Doctors are weird, if anything the made me have whatever the heck it's called.” He muttered, he looked up at the camera and noticed that there wasn't any red light blinking. “And now they took away my light.” He exclaimed, walking to the door. It’s probably still locked. After all, they wouldn't want a Schizophrenic out in the world. He thought sarcastically, pushing the door handle.
“It’s open?” He said, well it sounded more like a question. He turned the door handle, peeking out to the halls he had seen only a few times. They were empty, empty and quiet. “What the…” Bren muttered, stepping out into the halls.