𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 | 𝟏𝟖+

𝟎𝟎 | 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

˚. ʚ♡ɞ ₊˚.

WHISPERS OF SANITY.

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EPIGRAPH ⌇🌷 ʹˎ-

❝ she was a stormed covered by skin ❞

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SYNOPSIS ⌇🌷 ʹˎ-

As the familiar words left my mouth, I felt a surge of anger coursing through my veins. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, trying to suppress the urge to scream. "I'm not supposed to be here!" I snapped, glaring at the therapist who sat across from me. He looked at me with a mixture of pity and disbelief, as if he was wondering how I could be so delusional. He was just like the rest of them, the doctors, the nurses, the police, the social workers. They all doubted my story and dismissed me as a liar. They all thought I was crazy, that I had fabricated the whole thing to get attention or to escape from my problems. But I knew the truth. I knew

They told me I was different, that I had a rare condition that made me dangerous to myself and others. They said I needed special treatment, that I had to be isolated from the normal world and learn to control my impulses. They said they were doing this for my own good, that they loved me and wanted me to get better. But I knew they were lying. They were afraid of me, of what I could do. They wanted to get rid of me, to lock me up in this hell hole and forget about me. I could see it in their eyes, the fear and the hatred. I could hear it in their voices, the contempt and the disgust. I could feel it in their actions, the cruelty and the violence. They did not care about me, they only cared about themselves. They did not want to help me, they only wanted to hurt me. They did not love me, they only feared me.

This place was supposed to be a school, but it felt more like a prison. A prison for mentally disturbed children, as they called us. Children who had disorders, disabilities, or delusions that made them unfit for society. Children who were labeled as freaks, outcasts, or monsters. I hated this place, and I hated everyone in it. The teachers, the counselors, the guards, the other students. They all looked at me with contempt, fear, or pity. They all treated me like I was broken, defective, or dangerous. They all tried to change me, to fix me, to mold me into something I was not. I didn't belong here, I didn't need their help. I was fine, I was normal. I had a life before this, a life that I loved and cherished. I had friends who understood me, who accepted me, who cared for me. I had a family who supported me, who protected me, who loved me. I had a future, a future that I dreamed of, that I worked for, that I deserved. But they had taken that away from me, and they wouldn't let me go. They had ripped me away from my home, from my world, from my reality. They had locked me up in this hell, in this nightmare, in this illusion. They had robbed me of my freedom, my happiness, my identity.

I kept to myself, avoiding any contact with the other students. They were the ones who were crazy, not me. They had problems, they needed help. They were pathetic, weak, and hopeless. I was nothing like them, I was better than them. I was smarter, stronger, and more resilient. I didn't need anyone, I didn't want anyone. I was fine on my own, I was happy on my own.

But then he came along, and everything changed. He approached me one day, when I was sitting alone in the cafeteria, reading a book. He smiled at me, a confident and charming smile that seemed to light up his face. He introduced himself, and offered me his friendship. "I'm Akio" he said, grabbing my hand and kissing it. I don't know if he thought he was in some movie and that I would swoon. I didn't. I pulled my hand away, and looked at him with disgust. He didn't seem to mind, he just smirked and winked at me.