I have been living in Seclusion at my mothers home since my coma a year ago. It was August 14th a year ago that I survived the worst time of my life. I had endured a month stay at the hospital and even escaped in only scrubs and a IV hanging out of my neck. I wondered the streets hoping to get a cab and come home for I knew my father was dying and I wanted to be home more than anything. I had no control over what I was doing, and found a familar house that was a friend of my brother's. Luckily this man was home and reluctantly let me in knowing I escaped the hospital for it was obvous by my scrubs and IV tubes sewn into my neck. This man allowed me a change of clothes and he called my home to tell them where I was for the police where looking ofr me. I was given tie die shorts, a vintage sweater, scarf and hat. I looked ridulous but it was better than scrubs. He gave me some sandals, a coke with ice, and some smokes which was heaven! I asked if I could go and catch a cab but he said to chill for the cops were looking everywhere for me and I was safer to stay put. Soon I heard his doorbell and my brothers voice saying I could go home. My brother said we won't take you back to the hospital and then I got into the car and saw my mom crying. My brother hopped in back seat and I saw we were heading back to the hospital and I started freaking out! My brother had to restrain me and I had to accept that I was on a legal hold. Luckily the hospital securtiy greeted me only to chuckle at my outfit and being their best escapey yet! They told me that people try to escape daily and I was not it trouble but luckily found and alright. I heard the sirens like I was some escaped bankrobber armed and dangerous. I was put back into my room and drugtested. I felt utterly sad accepting what happened to me and that I had no idea how long I had to be there. It was the night I slipped into a state of the dimensional realm of Hell. I could hear the voices getting louder in the hall! The nurses were bashing my name and picked me to be thier new victom. I learned that the hospital was all lies and that they were killing their patients and making millions having access to bank accounts, and the helicoptor was transporting dead bodies elswhere. They were filming all the butchering they were doing hoping to make the best horror film ever for they planned to air their hugest plan live on TV. My nurse came into my room and wispered to my roomsitter that she put into my report that I see ghosts and they laughed at me and I had this mean roomsitter laughing and she was typing it in the computer. She tried to comfort me by saying she was not talking about me and gave me more medication. The atmosphere changed and we all were in Silver Legacy Hotel across the street. I saw them knocking on doors to lure out people and saw them murdered right in front of me. They wrapped cellophane around a girl's face until she slowly suffocated to death. An Asain nurse injected her with some unknown drug once dead. Soon I saw body parts everywhere and my roomsitter filmed as they killed. They had a patient that could only grunt to torture people for them. I saw my father murdered for he refused to kill my animals for them. I saw my father on his knees with a gun to his head and the way he cried and begged was the worst agony I ever felt. They lured my husband, brother, and a few friends in with a phony drug deal. The female nurses seduced my husband with sex and then mocked them for being such easy prey! They hung my brother naked like a dead cow because he is big. They mocked my husband saying I was in the other room and he would watch me murdered. I could hear a man my brother knows who is dying of aids beg them "Send them all to God" as they waited their deaths. I felt the pain of seeing my husband so enhanced with the sex of two nurses over and over. I then recall sitting in a chair alone in some room waiting to die. What it felt like to await murder and what it felt like is unexplainable but the worst feeling a human being can feel! They taunted me with butchering my animals, and that they were going to cut out of heart, my eyes, and they just plotted and talked ways to do me in! They decided to wait until my mom came to visit me and then murder us both. This was when I told my mom what was going on and she did not believe me and I felt tortured and angry at her. My mother would not believe me and when I saw the nurses come in with a new IV, I knew I was going to die. They had to restrain me for I fought them with all my force. Soon I could smell some sweet smoke and I was high and passing out. They had planted bombs and the place was smoking up and they decided to let me die in the explosion. I begged God to hear my thoughts and rescue me and it just never ended and kept changing! I never got over it and my father did die a month after I got home. My now exhusband did leave me for a world of drugs and women. Since then I have only my room and no friends. My brother is abusive to me daily now! What was God trying to tell Me?