The night was once peaceful, but when I arrived home this one particular night, I just had this feeling that something wasn't right. I couldn't understand why I felt so uncomfortable, so I shrugged it off.. As I entered my empty townhouse, I set my keys on my desk, turned on my desk light, and plopped my bags of clothes by my window. I remember looking around the darkness and feeling disoriented. There was something that still didn't settle right.. I left my place and went for a walk, maybe get some air and gather my thoughts. I had no real destination; All I know is that I felt this need to run away, fall off the face of the Earth.. I walked for about 3 blocks, and just when things were beginning to ease itself, I felt a hand grab my shoulder. It all happened so fast; It took me a while to realize that this was actually happening. I turned around, and felt the cold blade enter my stomach.. I never got a good look at the son of a bitch, but the chicken shit ran off. I was left there, kneeling on the sidewalk, holding my new orifice. Trying to gather strength, I got up and tried walking home. I didn't get 10 feet, and that's when I called my then girlfriend.. At some point, I blacked out because the next thing I know, I'm sitting in a hospital room, where there were 4 cops, waiting to ask me questions about what happened.. I was in shock; I was traumatized, violated, yet they want to question me right after it happens?! What assholes.. I answered their questions the best I could considering that I was strapped to an IV. Though my story would come off inconsistent at times, they got what they wanted from me.. After they left, the doctors put me in a wheelchair and took me to the mental wing. I didn't even get to say goodbye to Kristi and Sam. It was like they just shooed them away, and it pissed me off. I didn't understand what was going on. Of it all, I didn't understand why I was going to the mental wing.. I was compliant; I wasn't going to doubt anything.. After talking to nurses and psychiatrists, they told me I had to stay there for 3 days...

Let me tell you what, I experienced some of the most freaky things within those 3 days. The first night I was there, I shared rooms with a girl who was just diagnosed with Diabetes type 2. This girl LOVED to eat, and for her to be put on a diet, she was pissed off. I remember being woken up at 8am to "I only get one fuckin pancake!? No wonder I'm so goddamn hungry in this place!!" After a few more hours, the nurses took me over to another room, where it was "more comfortable." That's when I met and got to know Renee. She was by far the coolest nurse there; She reminded me of the receptionist from The Office. I thought she was pretty.. Anyway, I ended up with a different room mate. Her name was Teresa. She was pretty cool, but she hadn't seen her kids in almost 2 months. So, she was depressed and pissed off about that. Then again, she had every right. I don't feel like explaining her story. It's not my business.. While being in the "more comfortable" side, I got to know some cool people (a guy from New Orleans (Blake) who was paralyzed and a guy (Jason) who knew more about laws and marijuana than anyone I've ever met), but we all saw things we didn't want to see, like a guy swallowing batteries from the TV remote, 8 cops trying to restrain my former room mate on the "other side," and this creepy guy with dementia... I was around a lot in that time span; I saw things I never thought I'd ever see, and I experienced things that leave me shivering at night..