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•I woke up to the same cold, bleak reality, suffocating under the weight of despair. Each day was a battle, but not the kind where you fought to survive. No, for me, it was a battle to surrender, to embrace the darkness that threatened to consume me whole.
I had tried to escape this prison of a mind, to break free from the chains that bound me to this existence. But every time I tried to slip away into the void, they were there, the doctors and their minions, swooping in like vultures to snatch me back from the brink.
Their methods of "saving" me were nothing short of torture. Locked away without food, strapped to a chair as electricity coursed through my veins, each shock a painful reminder of my own powerlessness. And so, I became cold, detached, a shadow of the girl I once was.
Gone was the warmth in my eyes, replaced by a hollow emptiness that mirrored the abyss within. I drifted through the days like a specter, my presence a silent warning to those who dared to come too close. They called me a lost cause, a lost soul condemned to wander the halls of this asylum for all eternity.
Every day, as I trudged through the sterile corridors of the asylum, I cast my gaze upon those unfortunate souls who dared to cross my path. My light blue eyes, once windows to a soul filled with hope and innocence, had turned into icy daggers, cutting through the facade of normalcy that surrounded me.
I trusted no one, for trust was a luxury I could not afford in this den of madness. Every smile was a lie, every kind word a dagger disguised as an olive branch. They thought they could penetrate the walls I had erected around my shattered psyche, but they were wrong.
With each passing day, my disdain for humanity grew, festering like a wound that refused to heal. I saw through their pretenses, their feeble attempts at compassion, and I reveled in the fear that flickered in their eyes when they met my gaze.
For I knew the truth that lurked behind their masks of civility. Beneath their polished exteriors lay the same darkness that consumed me, a darkness they were too afraid to confront. And so, I became a mirror reflecting their own insecurities back at them, a reminder of the fragility of their own sanity.
They called me a monster, a creature of nightmares born from the depths of their own fears. And perhaps they were right. But in a world where trust was a currency best spent on oneself, I would rather be a monster than a pawn in their twisted game.
I sat in my usual spot, the harsh fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the room. My mind wandered, lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts, when the door creaked open once again. This time, it wasn't a nurse, but the doctor himself.
