Devil's eye

Chapter III

You know, some people have wishes like getting a driver's license, car, having a boyfriend or something like that, but if you would ask me, I will say: I want freedom. As I already said, I am here since I was about 8 years old, I am 14 now. You need to change, Lilith. Telling the truth is good, in this case it isn't a solution. If I would tell someone about my nightmares, they would keep me here until I will become an adult. Mum always said: „The people who lie are afraid of the truth". You know the truth, the voice says, if you really want to leave, then stop telling it, wear a happy facial expression, and they will think that you're fine. It's their decision at the end of the day whether they let me leave or not. Start to talk with this Cyra, maybe you will be friends very soon. I went downstairs to the cafeteria, to get some breakfast. I saw Cyra sitting at the other end of the cafeteria alone. Just say „hi" or „good morning", like yesterday.

Lilith: Hello.

Cyra: Morning.

What now? How was your appointment with the psychologist? Nope, way too direct. Let's ask if we may sit next to her.

Lilith: Can I sit next to you?

Cyra: Sure.

Lilith: Who is your psychologist?

Cyra: Sir Frank, and yours?

Lilith: Yea, mine too.

Cyra: Do you like him?

Lilith: I don't know?

Cyra: He is a bit strange, in my opinion.

Lilith: He just wants to help us, doesn't he?

Cyra: I don't trust him.

Lilith: I totally understand, Cyra. I didn't want to talk with him for the first three weeks.

Cyra: And then?

Lilith: Then I realized that the only way to get out of here is to communicate with those people here, no matter how weird they are.

Cyra: Since when are you here?

Lilith: About 4 years.

Cyra: Oh wow. May I ask what happened that you're here for that long?

Lilith: My parents, they... they committed suicide.

Cyra: Oh my- I'm so sorry for you, Lilith. I didn't want to-

Lilith: It's ok. I am here to forget my trauma, but I don't have that much hope.

Cyra: I understand.

Why am I even telling her? As if talking about it would be better.

Lilith: I just can't come over it. And what about you?

Cyra: I...I... I wasn't treated well by my parents. My father was... a drug dealer and my mum an... alcoholic. When they were mad, they lost control and started to... hit me.

Lilith: I'm very sorry that you went through so much pain.

Cyra: You shouldn't compare my reason to yours. My wounds are mostly physically. I mean, at first it just hurt, but then, I wasn't able to feel the pain any longer, and this physical pain turned into a psychical pain.

Lilith: Mine is 100%ly psychically, and I question myself at least 10 times a day why did they do this.

Cyra: It wasn't your fault.

Lilith: I could've stopped them, Cyra.

Cyra: And how?

Lilith: If I didn't went to this stupid birthday party!