[ WP ] You are a patient in a psych ward . You decide to break out , but find that the entire place was abandoned long ago

I took my last prescribed dose some time ago. 
 
 Roaming through bleak, white-walled corridors, alone in my thoughts and driven by a growing impulse to escape, nothing appears to have changed: these scarred bones enclosing a nightmare institution still look the same. Faceless personnel and inhabitants persist in melting into visual distortions of my own sanity. I have n't spoken to any of them in what seems like forever. 
 
 This ward is known as a hospital to those on the outside, but I know better: it's a solitary confinement, roomed and boarded with the demons in my head. In the beginning, I knew only isolation and loneliness. I've lost time in here, certainly, but recently, it feels as though my leash has grown weaker. I do n't feel bound to internment, but compelled to break these chains. Have I regained a measure of lucidity or have I pierced a veil that was always present? 
 
 I ride this emotion for a time as my clothes tighten like a noose on skin and organs. Fuck protocol, I strip them off. It's surely a step toward freedom of mind. The suffocation feels lessened while I'm naked, lying in the darkness. My demons have gone. Colors and shapes form and swirl, carrying me to the center of the universe. Are my eyes open? I ca n't tell. Whatever this is, it feels too good. I drift in wakened iridescent dreams. 
 
 `` It's time to go.'' 
 
 No resistance, no restraint. I've been given a ticket to walk free in the light. I glide through solemn, empty corridors. The staff is missing and chairs lie on their sides, dirt and sediment thick on the floor. What has happened here? It's a struggle to find the front doors to my salvation. Should n't I remember? Unfamiliarity clouds my mind, but then I see them. Bursting through, the doors are thrown wide, creaking in irritated disturbance. Light engulfs me as I leave these dreadful walls behind. 
 
 I'm suddenly roused from blinding nothingness by a familiar face. 
 
 `` Dude, holy shit. Dude. Wake up.'' 
 
 I blink stupidly and sit up, looking around at a shabby, dirty, white-walled room with an old, aluminum bed frame and stained mattress in the corner. 
 
 `` This sucked. Never again, man. Whose idea was this?'' 
 
 `` Mine,'' I say, through a dry mouth and parched lips. I attempt to shake the fuzziness away. `` I can mark'acid in an old mental asylum' off my bucket list now.'' I remember, now, shivering. 
 
 `` Well I'm glad that's over. Put some fucking clothes on and let's get the fuck out of here.''
