I had seen a patient escape a facility once. They found him at his mothers and brought him back later that same night. I thought, he is my hero. I wished I had such courage.

As time passed I often thought of his expression when he cleared the fence. Like a captive dog who had finally broken his chains he ran, tongue flapping in the wind.

"Man, it's so loud..too loud...it's too damn loud in here!" The noise was so heavy. Although nobody could hear one sound pass my lips my screams were deafening.
Man, it's too loud!
Shhh, quiet, they will hear you...why are you fidgeting...don't you know how crazy you must look...shhh, I bet there calling someone to come tie you down right now...man, I hope there aren't bugs in the soup...shh, damn, why do you have to be so crazy...I bet there calling the doctor.....telling him you keep moving around....telling him you need to be sedated...asking him for permission for a powerful shot.....

Damn voices, think they know everything. What if they are right? I better run!

Without giving it another thought I ran, jumped onto a nearby table and flew through the air, barely snagging the top of the tall wooden fence meant to keep us in.
I pulled my weight up and as I began to hoist my leg over the top, the jig was up. Staffers were ripping me back down to hell.

If there was no plot to sedate me before, there sure was one now. Splinters had to be dug out of my palms and arm. I lost the privilege of shoes as well as the pleasure of breathing fresh air for two weeks.

Damn voices...always starting shit....

I would have two more escapes in my future. Both successful.