My Worst Enemy and His Downfall

This stench…I can’t take it much longer. Lemon sanitizer and sicknesses of ages mix to create a most unpleasant odor, one so harsh that I can taste it. The carpeting beneath scratches my hand that I run over it, mercilessly, in hopes of release. In my corner it is dark, with the exception of a trail of florescent light cutting through the slit in the door and the full moon; it must be nearly midnight. There is near silence, and my roommate slumbers on; aside from a few snorts here and there giving light to a nightmare, one might believe she was ‘normal’, at home and in her own bed. Breathing deeply, I can taste nothing but that lemon odor and the musky air that comes from damp towels that cannot breathe fresh air, quite like the victims trapped within this place’s walls. Our room is scarcely furnished; only two desks and two beds are in this bedroom encompassed by white washed walls. I shiver from the lack of warmth the hospital dress provides. Drawing my knees to my chest, I feel nothing but hate. Forced here with no warning, thrown into this for reasons undisclosed to me. An ant crawls near my feet and heads for the door. His little legs hasten; he seems to be crawling away from something, but the only threat to him is me.
I stand up and walk to the small, sealed window and glance towards the moon. It is full and glowing brilliantly this night, mocking me with its perfect light. I turn from the world and glide back to look at my figure in the mirror. What am I becoming? I hold a hand up to my yellowing face and trace down from the jaw line to the shoulder, and farther to my chest. Bones stick out; feeble skin is stretched taunt between each rib. I hold out an arm to inspect it; there is no muscle, no fat, only bone and sickly skin. I always wanted perfection. I have always wanted what I could never have, and in the process of achieving this I have been left with nothing.
With one final glance at my deteriorating figure, I make the decision. Letting forth an animalistic roar of determination and rage, I drive my balled fist into the mirror. This creation of man that has driven me mad with self-loathing for so long splinters outwards, away from my fist. Finally, I will bring my ultimate foe to its knees. I draw back the fist of reckoning and strike again, a final time. My ears are satiated with a sickening crunch, like that of a breaking bone. A myriad of glass spews out and rains to the floor, pieces tinkling as they spill against each other. With ruptured hands I grab the frame and toss it away effortlessly; I am only interested in its innards. I stamp on the shards bare-footed, each impact piercing sharply into my hard, calloused soles. Life seeps from the self-inflicted incisions and soak the carpet, a deep scarlet pool in the midst of creation. Laughing, crying, I rejoice in the downfall of the beast. The glass lacerates more and more skin and I can almost taste the blood in my mouth, all senses drowning in the bitter stink of iron. Falling to all hours, I flail my limbs about insanely; my only goal is to dismantle the immortal brute.
Two strong arms wrap under my own and bring me back to reality, but only a foggy one. Three more pairs join the first, and I am pinned to the ground. Shrieking and writhing, I twist about to get free of their clutches and my hospital gown bunches up at my stomach. White coats surround me; the stench of stale breath enters my nose. There are hurried demands and quick movements of so many people, all of them simply adding to the chaos. Opening my mouth to protest again, I am silenced as a cloth is shoved in it and tied roughly behind my head. By the taste of it, the cloth has not been washed since purchased as hints of urine and blood are still distinguishable. A syringe draws liquid from a tube, and travels towards my arm. Salt water forms at my eyes and traces a neglected path down my marred face. Yells turn to muffled cries as the needle is inserted pitilessly into the vain at my elbow. Movements slow and voices soften, until all that remains is the anticipated darkness of my unsound mind.