Asylum.

Visitors.

The whole day has been the same: boring. Me and Ally played cards, and Andy just sat there, whispering to herself.
There's two other people there: Joseph, who went crazy when his girlfriend was shot in front of him, and Crissie, who was abused by her foster parents and tried to commit suicide.
While I learned their backstories, I was still trying to figure out my own.
Ally has been asking me questions, I guess trying to jog my memory. But, of course, nothing comes. The only thing I can tell her about my past is that I have a long scar and I see blood.
So, I sit here, playing a game of Speed with Ally. So far, I'm winning. I only have 2 cards left, and she still has all 7.
"Tara?" I hear Maggie say behind me. "You have a visitor."
"A visitor?" I stand up, and Ally growls. I shush her.
"Who?"
"His name is Mark Kyle." As Maggie says it, a tall man with dusty blonde hair comes in, wearing a name tag.
Another image. I'm being thrown down something - stairs.
I snap out of it when he's standing in front of me.
I back up.
"It's good to see you again, Tara." His voice has an evil ring to it, a familiar ring, too. It's like I have heard his voice a million times.
"Do I know you?" I back up some more, bumping into Ally who dropped the cards all over the floor.
"I'm your uncle, Mark."
"Uncle Mark?" I think for a second. "Well, maybe you should leave because-" The voices cut me off. Run away, get away, shut up, run, kill Uncle Mark.
I trip over Andy's foot and land hard on my back. Maggie rushes over to me, while I'm shaking my head and crying.
Uncle Mark stands over me, smiling a sinister smile. Another image. A knife, a room, a blood splattered wall, and Uncle Mark.
I stare at him, trying to form a plan. I kick Uncle Mark in the shin. He stumbles backwards. I stand up, poised to run, when Maggie grabs me and guides me to the couch.        
"No! Get him out of here! Please!" My eyes go black. I'm aware of screaming, and then I realize it's me. My throat burns, but those screams are the only thing helping me not fade into horrible nightmares.
But, eventually, I slip into unconsciousness. And I see things I wish I could forget.