Hospital prison...

Date: 8/9/2020

Basically, I had a proverbial son, newborn and he was very sick and needed all the care he could get, for some reason I couldn’t leave the hospital. A year goes by and he hasn’t gotten any better basically the machines are keeping him alive. The doctors treated me horribly I didn’t even leave my ‘sons’ room that entire time, doctors would degrade me for giving birth to such a monster. Another year goes by and I decide to finally escape, there were like 80 floors and I was pretty high up there and I take the elevator, well this nurse who had it out for me noticed I was gone and started tracking me down. I get to about the 40th floor and she’s there clicking the elevator button, it begins to open and I keep clicking the close button until it drops back down a couple floors, she’s racing down the stairs for me. I get to the lobby and I can’t find the exit and begin to panic, after about 3-4 dream minutes I finally find a window I bust through and I gain my freedom where someone gasps on the sidewalk, said “are you so and so???” I was like yes she said “your son was taken from you right?” I was standing, very confused “no? He’s still up in the hospital” “oh no wonder why you must’ve had a psychotic breakdown and kept you at the hospital, I would’ve too if my real son was kidnapped”