➥𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 (𝟏𝟖+)

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❛ Lovely by Billie Eillish ❜

Author pov :

The sterile white walls of the room seemed to close in on her as the girl sat trembling in the chair, her vulnerable state laid bare for everyone to see. Her body thrashed weakly against the restraints, tears streaming down her face as if trying to purge the horrors etched in her mind.

The staff held her tightly, murmuring instructions to one another as the machine was prepared. The air was thick with tension, her choked sobs the only sound breaking the eerie silence. Her cries pierced through the air, a mix of fear, pain, and desperation.

The doctors moved methodically, their faces impassive as they administered the shock. Her body jerked violently, and she let out a guttural scream that seemed to echo endlessly. The sound traveled through the halls, chilling anyone who heard it.

When it was over, she slumped in the chair, her energy spent. They unstrapped her limp body and carried her to the bed, laying her down as if she were a fragile doll. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, her face pale and streaked with tears.

After what felt like hours, her eyelids fluttered open. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind a chaotic swirl of thoughts that refused to settle. The laughter of those men, the venom in their words, the humiliation she endured-all of it rang in her head, looping endlessly like a cruel, broken record.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

"I'm not mentally disabled," she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling. Then, louder, a cry filled with anguish and defiance: "I'm NOT mentally disabled!"

Her voice cracked, gasping between sobs, as the weight of her own thoughts bore down on her. The screams in her mind grew louder, and the room spun as darkness tugged at the edges of her vision. Her breath hitched, her chest tight with the suffocating grip of terror.

Memories of mocking laughter, cruel eyes, and relentless torment played vividly in her mind, each more grotesque than the last. The ghosts of her past seemed to surround her, taunting her, feeding off her pain.

She clutched her head, shaking violently, her cries of despair echoing in the silent room. But no one came. No one saw the battle raging inside her-a fight against shadows only she could see.

The room was suffocatingly silent, her fragile frame trembling as she slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed. With shaky hands, she yanked the IV out of her vein, crimson droplets blooming against her pale skin. Ignoring the sting, she slid off the bed, her feet making a soft thud against the cold floor.

Her face was blank, devoid of any emotion, yet her eyes held a storm of pain-a silent scream that no one could hear. She walked with an eerie calmness, her bare feet padding quietly against the tiles as she navigated the sterile halls. The white walls seemed endless, the world around her a blur.

Reaching the staircase, she began climbing, each step heavier than the last. The sound of her breathing echoed in the stairwell, shallow and uneven. Her heart pounded in her chest, not from fear but from the unbearable weight she carried within.

Her mind was a battlefield of torment the cruel laughter, the mocking words, the stinging betrayal-all of it playing on repeat, louder with every step she took. Tears streamed down her face, but she didn't bother to wipe them away. Her pain was her only companion now.

At last, she reached the rooftop. The cold wind greeted her like an old friend, tugging at her hospital gown and hair as she stepped forward. The vast city stretched out before her, oblivious to her existence, its lights flickering like stars she could no longer reach.

She walked to the edge, her bare feet grazing the rough surface of the roof. Standing there, she felt a strange stillness, as if the world had paused for her. Her arms hung limply by her sides, her head tilted upward as she closed her eyes.

The memories of her life flooded her mind, each one more painful than the last. The laughter of those who had hurt her, the cruel taunts, the isolation-all of it crushed her like a tidal wave. She couldn't fight it anymore.

"This is the end," she thought. "No more pain, no more fear."

Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, her body leaving the edge behind. For a brief moment, she felt weightless, the wind rushing past her as she fell. It was almost peaceful-almost.

But as the ground rushed up to meet her, And then there was silence.

Slowly the darkness started to fade away and brightness came into existence...those songs of birds are adding different freshness, the gardener was watering the plants and two male were cleaning the surroundings of the hospital.

They heard a loud scream of a lady who was cleaning backside of the hospital..the watchman, gardener and those two men who were there went towards the back side following, the scream.

They all went to see the cause of that woman's scream and that female worker pointed at a place and they saw a girl laying there unconscious and blood was in her surroundings...one of the men checked her nerves..they realised that she already died.. they called police to take care of the situation.

After a while police Siren was audible in the whole area, after coming they tried to search some information about that girl but they didn't get any of them ,they are only know about her age and name which was on the hospitals information diary about patients..VINAYA her name was Vinaya and was 19 years old, a mentally unstable girl ?

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• Who was that girl ??
• About which past she was thinking about ??
• what happened with her ??
• Is she really gone ??

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