Seven months later.
Greenways Psychiatric Hospital
I've felt this feeling before.
Alone.
That's exactly how I felt.
Alone.
And scared.
The sunlight streamed through my window as I lay there, staring up at the flawless, blank and clean ceiling, creating a somewhat calm and relaxed scene.
A scene that contradicted the internal storm building within me. Right at this moment, I was anything but calm.
My wavy, auburn hair was spread out around my head in different directions, it had grown inches since I've been in here. My plain, ivory quilt sat in a heap at the bottom of my wooden bed, a sign that I hadn't slept well.
At all.
My hazel eyes continued to scrutinise the white ceiling whilst I contemplated. It was a different question every day.
What is pain?
I closed my eyes slowly, the white walls feeling as though they were closing in on me.
Pain...is just a simple compromise from life.
I frowned deeply, intrigued by today's question and from there, questions started to pop up in my brain from all over the place.
What is life?
What is its purpose?
Do we need life?I liked the last question the best.
Do we need life...
"Well...do we?" I whispered.
I glanced at my bedside clock and unconsciously reached for my silver crucifix which hung around my neck. A gift for my birthday.It was Ten past Twelve and I sighed deeply before beginning the mental countdown.
Ten...
I slowly sat up, my back resting on the plain white painted wall and turned my attention to the door.
Nine...
I could hear them. Footsteps, increasing in volume...
Eight...
There was more than one person. At least three this time.
Seven...
I grabbed my quilt and pulled it close to me. They need to go away. They need to get away from me.
Six...
Why me? Why always me?
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Black Wing (Book #1)
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