My ∆ Butterfly

Proligue

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I am not American so I may have some mistakes in typing or expressing myself. If you are not comfortable with it, don't read. If you want to help me edit the story, dm me.
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The hospital hallway was like something out of Star Trek. Everything that could shine, did shine. There were stainless steel, sleek floors and the art on the walls were all-natural images in colors as bright as glacier melt-water or spring flowers. The air had a pure fragrance, not sterile, just clean. In the background played music at just the right level to give the patients and staff an emotional lift. But the best part was the ceiling, just clear and high arched. It was like standing out in the open without the risk of rain.

The nurse entered the room in blue scrubs, po-faced, serious, washing her hands at the sink like she was lost entirely to worrying thoughts. When she tuned to me her face softened into a smile and she introduced herself before asking what had brought me to the hospital. 

She was a newbie..

She listened while taking my pulse, feeling my skin and pinching nail beds of my fingers and toes. Occasionally she would ask a pointed question but other than that the chatter was no different to when she got her hair fixed.

I lay there quietly, keeping my eyes closed, matching my breaths to the beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed, the only indications of my heartbeat, my existence. My legs were numb. Curiosity slowly pried open my swollen eyes to meet a dismal view of a magnolia colored hospital room, the door a navy blue. I immediately knew it was locked, this was to keep me in here, not them out. I slid my eyes sideways, they'd handcuffed my wrists to the bed bars. 

I close my eyes again.

In my dream I am sitting in a field of green wheat, the stalks bend lazily in the wind and I marvel at the grains. Each one is distinct and though different from the others, still perfectly formed. I run my hand along the edge to feel the combination of rough and smooth and then hold my face upward to feel the warm light of the mid summer day.

I wake up suddenly, not because of any noise or interruption, yet because my dream had come to its conclusion. The night movie had ended, credits had rolled. Now it was time to engage in the real world once more.

Or so I thought.

I hear the door make unusual noise. I turn my eyes to the other side of the room. The clicking sound became more louder now. I realize it's a key being forcefully pushed in too the mouth of the steel lock.

A head peaks in as the door were slightly pushed inside, this person was trying not to make noise. The soothing music was still playing in the background.

The guy looks like he's been playing soccer for his entire half-century, or at least since he mastered walking. Under that guard uniform is a lithe body that knows how to play and his face backs that up. Within his brown and mobile face are eyes that twinkle.

He was in charge of discharge,no matter how rhyme that was it was true. I knew I was getting out today.

The last day of prison.

Prisoner can be formed in many ways, for me, it was the destruction of my credibility so that none would believe a word I said. Thus my prison was formed from his lies, lies that could make a real brick and mortar prison around me with locked doors and barred windows. That is what psychopaths do. They make you appear insane so that when they do insane things to you, when you ask for protection, it is you that gets locked up instead of them.

But I was getting out today, after two years, four months and 124 days.

I will have my revenge.