After all, where have I seen you

I don't know how long I have been in a coma. When I woke up, Yang Mumu's neck, waist, buttocks, and his whole body hurt, probably because he was sleeping against the wall in the wrong position.

She touched the wall and stood up, turning her neck around, making a clicking sound.

The large patch of blood on the neck dried up and was picked off one by one, scattered on the black clothes.

She walked towards the half-square-meter window, which was too high, and the light from the outside came in and shone on the bed.She stood on the bed and looked out the window, but it was still too high, and she couldn't see anything except the sky as big as the mouth of the well.She didn't know the time, only that it wasn't night.

Yang Mumu sat on the bed, looking up at the light.Slowly, the light moved from the bed to the wall, and then slowly, the light disappeared, and the room was completely dark.For a moment, she wanted to just fall into the dark abyss like this, to live and die.But her eyes finally adapted to the darkness, and she began to feel hungry, her stomach growling.

She swallowed, her lips were already chapped, she licked it, it felt like dry bark to the touch.She tore off a piece of skin, and blood oozed out, and tears fell with it.She hugged her knees and wept bitterly...

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock at the door, and a porcelain basin was inserted, containing food.She immediately rushed over and shouted, "Is there anyone? Is there someone outside? Help me, I'm not mentally ill! I want to see Director Cheng, I want to see the dean..."

There was no sound outside the door, she leaned against the door and held her breath to listen, the footsteps stopped for a while in front of each door, and sometimes said: "Hey, take out yesterday's pot, or I won't have anything to eat..." Then gradually walked away.

"Ah!" she yelled, kicking the food over.Meals were scattered all over the place, making the cramped room even more filthy.

Weeping, she threw herself on the bed, and slept on it, curled up in a little ball.

At this moment, how much she wished that her father and Uncle Guan were by her side.Although the days abroad are lonely and lonely, as long as there is a phone call, problems other than the spirit have never been a problem.The current self is like an ant in a deep mountain, an ant that can't find a nest, no matter how small it shrinks, if someone accidentally kicks it, I will be trampled to death.

I don't know how long it took, a clear moonlight came in through the window, and Yang Mumu felt cold all over.She dragged away the pile of folded quilts, which were dirty and smelly, but it was too cold to cover her body.

She tried hard not to let the quilt touch her face, but the iron door creaked open, someone came in, she sat up immediately, "Help me...my name is Yang Mumu...the dean knows me!"

Three people came in, two men had a flashlight like a miner's lamp above their heads, and there was a nurse in the middle, "Take medicine!" The nurse said coldly.

Yang Mumu jumped out of bed and almost fell to the nurse's feet, "Help me...I want to see the dean, I shouldn't be locked up here..."

"Go away..." The nurse took two steps back in disgust, and turned her head towards the two miner's lamp men.Two men rushed forward to support Yang Mumu, one fixed her arm, the other opened her mouth, and the nurse poured a few pills into her.Turning around, he picked up the overturned porcelain basin with two fingers, took water from the sink, poured it into Yang Mumu's mouth, poured it all over his face, and choked her to swallow the pills.

Knowing that she had taken the medicine, the nurse turned around and went out with the two men, and the iron door slammed shut again.

Being splashed with water all over his face, Yang Mumu knelt on the ground, coughing non-stop, and blushed in the dark.Those dirty rice grains and vegetable leaves stuck to her body and hair. "Dad... Dad... Uncle Guan... save me..."

***

When she woke up again, Yang Mumu didn't think about anything, she walked towards the faucet, she only knew that she was very thirsty and drank a lot of water.She looked at the window, yes, it was day again, when night came, there would be someone who delivered food, and when night came, there would be someone who delivered medicine, she would eat it obediently and stop struggling.

She crawled back into bed, but was too hungry to sleep.She actually began to look forward to the meal delivered in the evening, she laughed and patted her stomach hard, "tamd!"

She picks her hair unconsciously, "It's so itchy..." Haven't washed your hair for a few days?she does not know.

The greasy feeling is very bad.But there is no shampoo, nor any shower supplies, not even a towel, let alone a toothbrush and toothpaste.She felt very itchy all over her body. She didn't know if it was due to psychological factors, but it got more and more itchy.

"Are there fleas?"

She lay prone on the bed, searching little by little without blinking an eye.Nothing but stains on the sheets.On her back, stomach, and legs, she always thought there were some damn bugs crawling slowly across her skin, piercing her pores and sucking her blood.Cautiously, she put her hand into her clothes, touched it slowly, pressed it down, pinched her fingers tightly and dragged it out. She licked her lips and opened it, but there was nothing there.The strands of hair were also against her. They scratched the skin and caused itching. She froze and did not dare to move. She touched it slowly and grabbed it. It was just the end of a hair.

Repeated dozens of times, her itching did not ease, and her heart became more and more irritable.She was going crazy, she yelled, and the lunatic next door heard her and responded with a scream, "Ah!" She kicked the wall angrily, "Calling you! Calling you!"

The sky finally darkened, and it was almost time for the food distribution, so she swallowed her saliva.Waiting is hard, "It's better to wash your hair first..." She stuck her head into the sink.

The water on the mountain was extremely cold, rushing to her head, making her shiver, and sending the cold down her back.

"Hey, take out yesterday's pot, or you won't have anything to eat..." someone said outside the door, and the food delivery came.

"Wait...wait a minute" she twisted her hair, "Do you know Director Cheng? Please tell him, I..."

"Take out yesterday's pot, or you won't have anything to eat..."

"Please tell me..." Yang Mumu said while pulling her wet hair to look for the porcelain basin. She didn't know where the nurse left the porcelain basin last night.

"Take out yesterday's basin, hurry up!"

Finally, she found it in the urinal, and she knelt on the ground, ready to send the basin out from under the door.

"Tamd, forget it if you don't eat!" Footsteps walked to the next room.

"No...I want to eat, hey...hey..."

She lay on the ground and looked out from the bottom of the door, "Hello...Hello..." Footsteps came downstairs.The wet long hair swept across the ground, and the dust and rice grains wrapped around the hair again.She was leaning against the wall, her face was covered by her dripping hair, and her blouse was completely soaked.

She gently stretched the porcelain basin out of the door, "I want something to eat..."