Am I Insane?

I felt 2 hands around my neck. I clawed at them so I could breathe, but I failed. The room went black. When I woke up my wife was shaking me "Wake up Steven, you’re going to be late for work." I sat up clutching my neck. "Someone tried to choke me." my wife stared at me for a second.

"No one was trying to choke you. All I saw was you tossing and turning in bed."
"Maybe it was just a dream." I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up, then I put on my Armani suit and went downstairs to the kitchen and got a cup of coffee. I got in my black car and drove to the office.

I owned my own billion dollar company that manufactured cars. My office is a big room with two conference rooms in it, and a wall made of windows that over looked the city. The conference rooms were identical to each other, a coffee maker and a big table for meetings. When you walk into my office you see two big pillars that hold up the ceiling
and then you see my desk right in front of the glass wall. I arrived at the office and walked into the lobby. I was usually late to work, since every one was working it was always quite. I got in the elevator and pressed the button to go to the 9th floor. When I reached my office, I stood at my office door and got out a key from my briefcase and opened the door, when I got to my desk I turned on the computer and leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. When I was just about to fall asleep I heard my office door open, I opened my eyes to see a man running toward me, he wore a leather jacket , blue jeans and had a buzz cut. He jumped over the desk and grabbed me by my shirt, then he
threw me out the window.

I woke up in the hospital to see my wife and doctor talking. "What happened?" I asked. My wife walked over to the bed "you passed out on the sidewalk on the way to work."
"No, a man throw me out of a window and I fell nine stores and hit "
"It must be the morphine talking "the doctor explained.
"Come, lets leave him to rest" the doctor and my wife walked out of the room and closed the door behind them. I slept for about 6 hours, then I woke up, it was about 12:00 and my throat was dry, I needed a glass of water. I got out of bed, my feet touched the cold tile floor.

I went out into the hall and got a drink of water, it was completely silent except for the sound of my bare feet hitting the floor. Just as I was coming back I saw a light go on and the door opened. A surgeon with a mask over his nose and mouth walked out, he had on a white doctors coat and turquoise gloves on, he stood in the doorway.
"Mr. Kyles you’re late for the surgery." he said.
"I was never told of a surgery." I told him.
"Oh, Mr. Kyles you probably don’t remember because you’ve been blacking out for the past two days."
"But I just woke up earlier today"
"Oh my, the black outs are getting worse, now your blacking out for days, "Mr. Kyles I need to take an x-ray of your brain so I can see why you’re blacking out."
"Ok" I walked into the surgery room, it was a big white room that looked very sterile, there were 2 big silver sinks against the wall and in the center of the room was a silver table. I laid down on the cold surgery table; the doctor walked in and shut the door behind him. He
turned on another light that shined right over my body. "Mr. Kyles I’m going to give you something to make you sleep through the surgery, ok." I nodded ok and he gave me a shot in my arm, he turned around and washed his hands, then he put on another set of turquios gloves, and walked back over to me "relax , Mr. Kyles" he said in a very calm
voice. I closed my eyes.

I woke up in my hospital bed, and searched my body for any scars or anything. What I found was a scar down the center of my chest and stomach. I reached over and pressed the red button that calls the nurse. "Yes Steven, what do you need." She said with a smile.
"what did the doctor do to me while I was in surgery?" I asked.
"You never had a surgery" she said staring at me with a puzzled look.
"But I have a scar." I lifted up my shirt and ran my finger down the scar. "See!" I exclaimed the nurse looked at my stomach "I don’t see anything, Steven." She said in a concerned voice. She gave me a strange look and walked out of the room. 10 minutes later a man in a sweater walked in, he closed the door behind him and looked at me. I sat up in concern, he had the same buzz cut as the man in the jacket. He pulled up a chair next to my bed and sat down. He placed his briefcase down, and pulled out a pad of paper, then he reached into his jacket and pulled out a gold pen. "Hello Steven, my name is Dr. James, I am the hospitals psychologist. They sent me to help you" he said in a calm voice
"I don’t need help, I am perfectly sane!"
"Calm down, I’m just doing my job. I never said you where insane" he explained in a calm voice. I glared at him, he looked like the surgeon and the man in the jacket but I wasn’t sure. The man in the leather jacket was running towards me so I did not get a good enough look at his face. The surgeon had a surgical mask on, so I could only see his
eyes.

"Now, what happened to get you in the hospital?" he asked.
"I’m in here because a man threw me out of the window."
"But Mr. kyles, you never fell out the window you passed out on the side walk."
"There it is again, you called me Mr. kyles." I got out of my bed and
stood up against the wall.
"Well that’s your name isn’t it?"
"I’m not telling you anything!" I exclaimed
"This session is confidential, everything that is said in here will not leave this room."
"You’re the one who’s been trying to kill me"
The psychologist got up from his chair and left the room. Once he was gone I slammed the door and pushed a bed in front of it. I backed up to the far end of the room, the handle began to shake "Mr. Kyles I want to help you!" the voice said from behind the door. All of a
sudden the bed slid away as the door swung open. 2 doctors ran at me and held my arms "hold him still" Dr. James walked in with a strait jacket he put it on me and tightened the straps. Then the two men dragged me outside and threw me in the back of a ambulance, they shut the doors and it went pitch black, I leaned up against a wall and fell asleep.

The van came to a sudden stop and the doors opened, a ray of light pierced the darkness and blinded me. I got pulled out of the back of the van to see a white building that looked like it was falling apart, there was few windows and the white paint was chipping off of the bricks. I was looking at the building I got pushed backwards into a
wheel chair. They rolled me throw two dubble doors, we stopped at the check in desk. "Checking in or picking up?" The women said while she was painting her nails.
"Checking in" the man said from behind me.
"What’s his name" she asked
"Steven Kyle’s " one of the men said.
"Height?"
The man hesitated for a second
"5 foot 9?" he said in a unsure voice
"Weight?"
"How much do you weigh?" one of the orderlies asked
"I weigh 160" I said looking at my shoes
"unbuckle the straight jacket" she ordered. One of the men pulled me up by my collar until I was standing, then he unbuckled my sleeves. My arms fell to my side.
"sign this at the bottom." She ordered . I looked at the document before I signed, it had every thing about me in it. When I was born the date and time, it’s almost like they knew that I was coming. I signed at the bottom.

Down a narrow hallway. They took of f the straight jacket and shoved me into a room I tripped and hit the cold cement floor I looked around. The walls were painted gray and there was a metal bed with an old spring mattress pushed up against the wall, there was a metal toilet in the corner and there were no windows. The orderly slammed the metal
door and the room went black again. I found my way to the bed and laid down and fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night well at lest I thought. I sat in the darkness and thought of every thing that had got me in to this place who was that man who was trying to kill me? Why me? What did I do? I sat on my bed till morning came. A metal hatch at the bottom of the door slid open and a tray slid throw. I approached the tray and looked at what was on it from the cracks in the door. On it seemed to be some type of oatmeal and a single slice of bread next to it. I took a bite of the oatmeal I started to gag I reached for the cup of water to wash it down. I drank the whole thing before I noticed that it tasted like some one put medicine in it. "Mr. Kyles" the voice echoed in my head "Mr. Kyles wake up" as he said shaking me. I took a second to locate where the voice was coming from, then I opened my eyes and sat up and punched him in the face. Before I could get another hit two orderlies restrained me. Dr. Aston got to his feet slowly while holding his nose. "take him to the basement." Dr. Aston said in pain. The two men dragged me down the stairs and through a narrow hallway that opened up into a big room with a table in the middle and drawers lining the wall and to the side of the table was an odd looking machine. They laid me down on the table as one orderly held me down the other secured my wrist and ankles with leather straps then they put another across my chest and legs.

"Open your mouth Mr. Kyles" said the nurse as she placed a mouth guard in. Then she placed a metal head piece on me that covered my forehead, It felt like it was a little wet. Dr. Aston walked in "Mr. Kyles I need you to bite down, if you do that we wont hurt you." so I bite down on the mouth guard. "This will teach you" Dr. Aston nodded and the nurse pulled a switch a surge of electricity flowed through my body, I began to shake
"ok turn it off" my body stopped shaking,
"Mr. Kyles you just went through shock therapy. We use shock therapy not as a punishment but as a tool to reprogram your brain so you can leave this place sooner." Dr. Aston explained soon after he was through talking I passed out.

I struggled to move my arms in my sleep but they would not move. I opened my eyes to see darkness they put me in a straight jacket. I got to my feet and noticed that I was in a padded room. I walked straight until I came to a wall I followed the wall to see if I could feel any type of door, but there was nothing. I laid back down on the padded floor and thought of every thing that had happened to me, the man with the buzz cut, who was he? As I thought of the man a door opened, I looked over at the opening and saw a silhouette of a man. "Come with me.
"He said while walking over to me and helped me get to my feet he walked me out of the room and into a neighboring room. He sat me down onto a couch and loosened the straps. Then he sat down in a arm chair.
"I’m Dr. O’Neil, how are you today?"
"I’m fine." I said looking at the floor.
"Steven, can you tell me everything that happened that led you to be here?" he said in a calm voice.
I stared at the floor, not wanting to answer him.
"If you don’t want to answer me we might have to go back to shock therapy." he said in a annoyed voice. I stared at the floor for a couple of seconds "it all started when I felt like some one was chocking me." he scribbled something onto his clip board
"then when I was in my office a man in a leather jacket, jeans and a buzz cut walked in and threw me out of the window, I fell 9 stores and then hit the side walk."
"But Steven, the hospital said you passed out on your way to work."
"They’re wrong!" I said angrily "I got throun out of the window, I know what happened."
"They are professionals they know how to diagnose you, if you did fall from that height your back would be broken and you would probably be dead or paralyzed. Why would they lie to you?" he explained "I don’t know." I admitted "I think that they are all lying to me they’re all in on it!" I yelled
"In on what?" he asked curiously while scribbling on his clip board
"Dr. Aston, he’s trying to kill me and you all are in on it." I explained
"Ok, you think Dr. Aston is trying to kill you?" he asked.
"Yes!" I screamed
"Ok calm down, what else happened to you?"
"Well I woke up in the middle of the night and a surgeon said I needed an x-ray to find out why I was blacking out." Dr. O’Neil nodded to go on "so I went with him. Then I woke up in my hospital bed and I found a scar down my chest "I said, squirming to get more comfortable in my restraints "can you take this off of me please?" I begged
"No I can not, can you continue?"
"Why not? "
"Because you attacked Dr. Aston for no reason, we can’t have that happen again, you broke Dr. Astons nose." he explained.
"Now, can we get back to what happened in the hospital?"
"Ok, then I asked the nurse if I had a surgery and she said no, then I showed her my scar, she claimed she could not see it, but I think she was lying."
"And?" he said in curiosity.
"Then the hospital sent Dr. James into talk to me and then he sent me here."
"Did you say anything that would make him put you in here?" the Doctor asked.
"No, I did not "
"Well Steven his notes say that you thought he was the person trying to kill you." Dr. O’Neil explained.
"He was the man who was trying to kill me.’
"So Dr. James is Dr. Aston?"
"You don’t believe me do you?" I questioned" you think I’m crazy don’t you?"
No, I don’t think you are crazy." he admitted.
"Have you noticed that every time something bad happened to you, either you where sleeping or just woke up. Maybe you where tired and were imagining things. None of that exactly happened it all is just a figment of your imagination." Dr. O’Neil explained.
It made sense what he was saying, but I know that it wasn’t my imagination. I have the scars to prove it.
"It’s not my imagination, I have scars." I got to my feet and rammed the philologist into the wall, I jolted for the half opened door , once I was out of the room I turned to the right and ran down the narrow hall way heading for the double doors. Two orderlies stepped out of a room just in time to grab me. They tightened my straight jacket and dragged me down the hall back to my special room. They threw me face first into the room, as I was falling I tried to twist my body so I could land on my back but I failed I hit face first with no arms to
catch myself with. They shut the door and I was in the dark again I laid there for a second then I rolled over and sat up, I got to my feet and felt my way to a corner of the room . I sat in the corner and fell asleep.

The door opened and a orderly came in "Mr. Kyles?" he said while he checked my pulse . Then he walked out of the room leaving the door open behind him. He walked over to Dr. Astons office "doctor, Steven Kyles died in his sleep last night." he said. "Dr. Aston stood there for a second " get Hank an bring the body to the autopsy room." he ordered
"I’ll be there in a second." one man grabbed my feet and the other grabbed my ankles and picked me up . They sat me on a silver autopsy table and waited there. The doctor walked in "Joe you can leave and shut the door behind you."
Dr. Aston turned around and opened a drawer. He got out two pairs of gloves. He put one pair on and threw the other pair to Hank "take the straight jacket off."
Dr. Aston rolled over a small silver table with a scalpel, bone saw and other devises to dissect a body with. Hank took the straight jacket off and threw it in the corner, he stared at me with a puzzled look "doctor, he has black and blue marks around his neck."
Dr. Aston stepped closer to me he put his hands around my neck " some one chocked him."
"Is that how he died?" Hank asked
"No if someone choked him to death there would be no bruising like this" he explained
"Why wouldn’t there be bruising?" Hank questioned
"your very curious aren’t you Hank ?" he said well looking up at him .
Hank noded his hed ."well a bros starts when you damig a musal you usaly brake a blood vesal and the blood leks to the top of the mucal and forms a bros. if you get chocked to deth the hart stops so blood flow stops." dr. Aston explad agen.
"if he did not dide from being chocked then whut els happened?" dr. Aston sed whell talking to him self .
"mabbe the phicolagist knows, I walked past his offec and steven was complaining of differint things that happened to him." hand sed in a slightly exited voice .
"good job hank, go get him." dr.Aston orderd. Hank left the room and a copal of minits lader hank walked in with the phicolagist.
"whut did steven say to you?" he asked
"he tald me that some one was trying to kill him."
"how was the person triying to kill him?" dr. Aston qestond
"well he clams some one tryd chocing him in his sleep." the phicolagist sed "why do you want to know ?" he asked
"come closer look at his neck thars marks that look like someone chocked him."
"oh my, he coldent have choched him self he was in restrants!" the phicolagest exclaimed .
"wut els did he say happen." the docter asked.
"whell he sed he got throwen out of a window , fell 9 stores and hit the side walk." the docter sed wondering if that was going to be that to .
"hank, take stevens shert of and flip him over so we can look at his back." dr.Aston orderd. Hank tock my shert of and turned me over onto my stumich. Dr.Aston examend my back carfally " his back is brockin in 3 spots. He waswnt like that when thay sent him here, that wold of paralyzed him if he was luky engh to serviv ."dr.Aston announced
"but he cold walk fine yeser day ?" the phicolagest sed cerisly .
"whut els ?"
"whell it ses her he has a scar down his chest ." the phicolagest sed
" flip him back over , hank." dr. ston orderd
"he has a scare runing down his chest tow" the dr. sed
"every thing that he sed acaly happened to him, I feel so bad for not baleving him. " th phicolaest sed softly
" well you didt know , no one knew. He didt have thoghs scars untill now."

Wase I crazzey and some one did that to me over night or was dr. Aston my rell killer. I never fond out.