I open my eyes to white walls and cold metal chained to my wrists and ankles. I try to scream but my voice is mute under the tube down my throat. I kick and pull until I feel the chains against my ankles and wrists tear through my flesh. The man in the white coat shoves me onto a table and begins to wheel me through the sterile white hallway. Other children I see are being wheeled, the redheaded girl with the multi-colored eyes is gnawing at the shackles with her teeth, the small boy from the square is sobbing through his tube, and Xavier…

A sob is stuck in my throat and tears swell into my eyes and down my bleeding ears. All I can think is how I’ve let him down, how hard I’ve tried to keep him safe, and all for nothing. The man wheeling me shoves open a gray door and forcefully rips the tube out of my throat, I cough up blood and begin screaming, as they lock me in a glass box. Gray fog floods the box and I begin to panic, as my eyes roll back the last thing I see is Xavier’s hand against the glass…