The halls are dank; mumbles

from poorly-lit rooms filter through

the closed doors. My bare foot

steps echo loudly, exaggerated.

One doot is lit brightly at

the end of the hall, looming

and growing larger.

"Are you lost?"

I jump at the raspy voice. I

stop and stare at the figure

shapped as my mother stading 

in the door way. I chose 

to ignore the figment and continue

my journey down the hall.

"Are you lost?" i repeats

once again, its voice now fading.

I begin to grow nervous, fear 

seeping in,

my hands shaking and clammy,

as I see more doors

inch open. I increase my feet,

flying down the corridor.

I stop at the door, banging 

hard at its steel surface.

My heart races and panic 

grips my heart like a snake

as the voice of my false mother 

grow louder.

Closer.

The door suddenly flies open

a terrible light blinding me.

I awake in my mother's bed,

drenched in a cold sweat,

and witness a sight for the nth time.

The needle drops to the floor

as her eyes land on me,

a drug induced confusion clouding them.

Another mother has taken over.

"Are you lost?" she asks.