Something wasn‘t right, something wasn‘t okay, in fact, it was very, very wrong. The drink didn‘t taste like “Fanta“, it was bitter, warm. With every sip he took, the walls would melt more, his friends would fade slightly, his buddy would deform. In terror, he closed his eyes. He could hear his friends say, “You‘re doing great, you‘re letting go. It wasn‘t your fault. The accident happened two decades ago.“ The voices faded out. Storky started to rattle around and scream “No no no no no, not again!!! You can’t do this to me, YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!“
He opened his eyes. He was in a padded cell, the beings, now visibly personnel of some institution, spoke calmly “Shhhh... everything‘s okay, you just took your medicine. Have a rest“. His hands were tied around his body, all he could move were his legs. He wasn‘t a boy anymore.
The personnel left the padded cell as Storky screamed “No, wait!“
The doors slammed shut. He was all alone now, with his own thoughts and imagination.
You could say, he was in his “Happy place“.