White walls. White walls are blinding, even in the dark. I can even see them through my paper thin eyelids when I close them tightly against the world I am stuck in. The white walls are my prison and there is no escape from them.
It wasn't always this way. A few months ago I was a functioning member of society; I was normal. That is, until I got involved with the brother I had always thought had a few screws loose. He had been committed in a mental hospital for the better part of his life.
That is, until I broke him out to try and discover what had happened to my mother. Then all hell broke loose, literally. These delusions the doctors had spoke so adamantly about, were real. Everything he had imagined, was reality.
But, reality has a way of sneaking up on you. As it turns out, I was the one in the asylum. But I now know the truth. I had followed my brother, seen what he could do, and I need to break out of the white walls and get to him. Something isn't right. I'm a hunter, not a lunatic.
And I'll prove it, somehow…
I'm Sam Winchester, and I am not crazy.