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OMNISCIENT [North Texas State Hospital, Vernon]
In the dimly lit corridors of the North Texas State Hospital, Killala and Da'Carius moved with an air of resigned familiarity, their footsteps echoing against the cold, sterile walls.
Each day felt like a relentless battle against the demons that lurked within their minds, a struggle that seemed to have no end in sight.
Killala, her once vibrant eyes now dulled by the weight of her own torment, moved with a silent determination born out of desperation.
For her, the asylum had become both sanctuary and prison, a place where she sought refuge from the memories that haunted her every waking moment, yet also a place of endless torment from which there seemed to be no escape.
She had long since lost count of the lives she had taken, each one a futile attempt to drown out the emotions she wish somebody else understood.
In the darkness of night, when the other patients lay sleeping, she would slip silently from her room, her footsteps muffled by the thick carpeting that lined the corridors, and seek out her next victim.
It was a ritual born out of desperation, a grim reminder of the pain that pulsed through her veins with every beat of her heart. And yet, despite the temporary respite it afforded her, the emptiness that gnawed at her soul remained as vast and insatiable as ever.
Da'Carius, on the other hand, bore his scars not upon his skin, but within the depths of his being. He moved through the corridors of the asylum with the quiet resignation of one who had long since surrendered to the cruel whims of fate. For him, the asylum was a prison not only of brick and mortar but of his own shattered dreams and fractured psyche.
He never had anything good he could remember as a child , being that he never saw his father work so he had to step up and make money. His mama held it down and that's all he saw growing up being in the streets at the age of 13 and doing the things he were doing would mess somebody mind up if it already wasn't messed up.
Together, Killala and Da'Carius navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the asylum, their movements synchronized in a grim ballet of despair. Each day bled seamlessly into the next, a monotonous blur of routine and despair that seemed to stretch on for eternity.
But amidst the suffocating darkness that surrounded them, a glimmer of hope flickered faintly on the horizon. In the quiet moments between the chaos, they dared to dream of a life beyond the confines of the asylum, a life where the shadows of their past no longer held sway over their souls.
Yet, for now, they remained prisoners of their own making, trapped within the walls of the asylum that had become their home. And as they moved through the sterile halls, their hearts heavy with the weight of their own sorrow, they clung to the fragile hope that someday, somehow, they would find a way to break free.
Both of them didn't know it yet , but they could be each others only hope you to feel normal , to feel cared for.
But will they both let their selves be happy or loved ? Could they accept love ? Could they heal themselves?
AUTHOR NOTE
Y'all I been MIA for awhile , but your girl done GRADUATEDDD and now accepted into a community college alot of things been going on but I'm back writing for the summer.
This chapter is shorter than others but bear with me more longer chapters coming !
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