Who am I? What am I? Where am I? It is a sealed off room and someone is screaming. That is the first thing I feel I am dragged into being. I feel it, hear it, see it, know it, all at once. Someone is screaming and now I am screaming to because it hurts, it hurts so badly that it is all I can do to flail about, to escape the pain and the fear and the feeling that I'm trapped, trapped in a tiny box with walls that come together to crush me into nothing. I know what these all mean. How can I know what they mean? This doesn't make sense and it still hurts so much.