Dear Shadows,
This world is much harsher than the true world. Everyday these people stare at me through the mirror, muttering, scribbling mindlessly on their clipboards. They don't know I see them, I see everything, the looks of pity they exchange, curiosity, even fear. A door padded with the same dusted white as the rest of the room slowly creaks open, timid white coats enter and avoid me with caution. Once a day they come. Once a day I am given a small book and a pen. The worn leather cover provides some comfort in this dreary world. I can feel their eyes on me as I write, staring as if I was the main attraction at a zoo. He once took me to the zoo, to see the beauty of nature. When I wake up in this world, I know it cannot be true. He would never look at me as he does here, He loves me. He would never glare at me with eyes filled with such disgust. Sometimes I find myself screaming in this world, thrashing around hoping desperately to shake myself awake, the white coats rush towards me and stab me with their sharpest needles. Cold silence runs through my brain as calm stills my shattered heart causing it to beat slower and slower. Once I lie motionless, I watch them leave, the familiar padded door closing swiftly behind them. I lie weak, waiting for the day He will come through that door and carry me back into the light.
Love,
Madelynn
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The Insanity Records
HorrorThe diary of a mentally ill patient Madelynn is recovered and restored, revealing her struggle to distinguish reality from fantasy.
