"There's barely enough time to love in a lifetime, please don't give it all away to pain," his words were gentle, yet slightly pleading as his hand trailed down my cheek.
"But what if the pain has already consumed me?"
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𝐀𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫
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"MY EYELASH WON'T FUCKING STICK ON!" Sana screamed next to me, balling her hands into fists and cursing at the little piece of black hair in-between her fingers.
"Let the glue get tacky, you're too impatient!" I giggled, applying a wing to my smoky eye.
I decided to go for darker feminine vibe tonight as I thought it would accentuate my hair and bring out the green in my eyes. I was also overly aware that I didn't want to bring too much attention to myself.
Being the over-thinker I am, I tried my dress on a hundred times since bringing it home. It was shorter and had a longer slit up the side than I had previously thought. I'd never been embarrassed about my body but having wider set hips meant that dresses like this were much shorter on me than its targeted body type.
Reaching for my gloss and applying a thin layer, it was the perfect finishing touch.
"You look an absolute treat!" Sana purred, thrusting her hips forward insinuating that she would have sex with me if she could.
"No, you look an absolute treat!" I mimicked, causing what seemed to be a never-ending cycle of compliments.
As Sana left to put her dress on, I took the time to stare into the mirror at myself. The last birthday I celebrated was at Thistle. All the nurses on my ward had put together a party in the common room and invited all the patients.
The thing about mental institutions is that they're unpredictable, anything could happen at any God-forsaken moment. It started off well with me sitting in the corner alone, eating my fruit cocktail, but things inevitably took a turn for the worst.
All I remembered was loud screams and people shouting as Anna, a suicidal patient, slit her wrists with a Pepsi can. These people were becoming more and more inventive in ways to kill themselves. Anna was fine of course, the nurses got to her in time, but it was enough to set everyone else off.
It would have been fine if we were just all sent back to our rooms, but as I was admitted because of a suicide attempt, I was immediately taken to Dr Maskell's office. They thought I'd be triggered or something, but I wasn't triggered by that whatsoever. I was triggered by the so-called 'doctor' forcefully removing my pants.
Birthdays sickened me because something always went wrong.
"Don't worry," I whispered to myself, coming back to reality, "things have changed now."
I was finally ready for my night out. It was going to be everything I dreamed of and maybe I would build new traditions with my new family. Nothing could go wrong; nothing will go wrong.
