“But I’m only human, and I bleed when I fall down. I’m only human, and I crash and I break down”
Prologue
This sound of silence, I can’t take it anymore. The deafening buzzing sound that would ring through my ear constantly, needs to stop. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be trapped here. I don’t want to live this life. This pathetic life to only see four stupid white walls around me. The life that my parents had decided was best for me just because something bad happened. Something that wasn’t even my fault.
When they officially signed the papers that got me locked up inside this stupid nut-box, I just knew something bad happened. When the securities took both of my elbow and dragged me away from my parents, I kept my head up and didn’t even bother to look behind my shoulder to see my so called parents.
April 12, 2013. The date of my first encounter with the psycho minded people here.
Today’s date? March 11, 2014. It has almost been a year since everything happened. And on the exact same date of when I made my first appearance here, is when I would also get out.
“Sinclaire, come, eat with the rest of your friends,” Collete Sparks, the only elder to care for me – well at least ,I think so. When I had first stepped my foot here, she was the first person to greet me and the only person to ever buy me food cause the food here tastes like shit.
I was currently sat in the left corner of my room, alone, and in the dark with the AC enwrapping me with it’s coldness. If you concentrate hard enough, you can actually hear the sound of the machine when it blows out new, fresh, chilling air through out the whole room.
I have always liked the coldness; the chills. The rushing volumes of cold breeze that would make contact against my skin repeatedly, sending relaxing nerves all over my body making me… happy. A weird obsession, I know; But I don’t care nor would ever do.
Ice and water, something that was made from the same substance; the only thing different is their process.
A long time ago – when my parents threw me here, I have come to the decision that I was for in fact an ice; not the water.
“Sinclaire, come on,” She had offered me one of her sweet and warm smile that I can barely see through the dark, but the vision was still there. A second later, I realize that she had held one of her arm out, awaiting for mine to come connect with it; to drag me away from my dark and clouded mind.
Finally giving up, I let my limbs wake up and stood up straight and made my way toward the elder standing in a blue smart dress and pitch black pencil skirt with 5-inches, pointy heels who was for in fact still smiling at me.
I gave her a small smile in return for her nice gesture as she place her hand on the small of my back, leading me through the generously large hallway that has thick and dark wooden doors attached onto each side of the wall; they were all painted dark colors such as dark brown and raven black. There was only 3 other doors that was not painted with dark colors, but with bright colors.
My heartbeat was drumming against my ribcage like a bird that was trapped inside a steel cage and wanting to be let free. My bare feet was and still is making impact onto the warm floor that was glued with a deep maroon, soft carpet; they were present on each hallway’s floor, like the one I’m walking on now.
“How are you feeling, dear?” I know she’s just trying to make small talk, but I couldn’t even bother to answer her question. She knew how I was; has always been the only one to know why.
