Thirteen year old Tristen has a soul too troubled for his age he tries to fight his past to find his future. No one can see the way he feels, no one can understand the things he’s seen and has gone through for they are bottled up deep inside of him waiting to come out. Though repressed, his past opens like a storybook to him through his time in the Sanatorium. It’s a horror to his new safe environment, almost like the past has trapped him to another time. A dark time. Why did the asylum raise such a bright young boy?

After multiple tragedies, a man struggles to differentiate reality from fiction. He chooses to use medication to help him cope and finds himself hopeless without it, is the medication really helping or further damaging his conception of reality.