Insane

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Im going crazy, mental, totally insane.
I can't put up with this. I have no clue of where the hell I am on this moment.
People came to me this morning; they said everything will be okay. But  I am not sure I will be. These 4 concrete walls I am sitting in are slowly getting closer. I need to get out of here Lola, I really do.

They called me Jane Doe and I tried to understand what was going on.

These people were whispering Jane in the hallways. I heared them overtalking about how they found me yesterday night, in an unbearable state.
Apperantly, I was screaming his name. CHARLES was the only thing I could bring out. He is the only thing I need.

They brought me some yoghurt this morning, they're so naïve thinking that I could eat right now. They don't know I haven't been eating for the past few days. But I really don't feel the need to tell them. I'll be some kind of a mysterie. I'll make them figure me out. And by that time, I am going to be out of here.

He's gone, he really is gone. And the worst part is that I don't know if he's alive, punching people in the face or just eating a sandwich. He's a jerk, but not to me. So this isn't normal.

I am longing to get out of this metal camp, god damn i get too much attention here. I will never be able to escape. But when I do, I will look for him. Everywhere.

I'll meet you Lola, I know I will. -M.S.

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