Sunshine.
Man, I miss it. Here, the sun can't be seen and the rooms are cold. There is only artificial lighting, and even then, it is poor. It flickers all the time, somethings completely going out for a few minutes. The walls are painted white, but obviously painted a long time ago. The paint is peeling everywhere, showing the grey flakes beneath. The corridors are long, silent, creepy tunnels that snake through the buildings, connecting the other patients' dorms, the doctors office and many other horrible rooms. The taps leak, the doors squeak, the doctors are cruel, the halls echo, the people are scary.
Then there is me.
Apparently I have been here for 3 months. Bullshit I say. It feels like 3 years. I have changed so much.
On those rare occasions I get to see my reflection; a spoon at breakfast, metal sink, glass window, I am always shocked at my appearance.
Once, I had dark brown, almost black hair, that was always knotty and always had a certain shine that I loved. I had green eyes, bright like that sun, always darting to and fro, observing my surroundings. My lips were crimson, so rich and dark I needn't wear lipstick, and they wear always shaped in a smile. My body stood tall, my chin pointed up, my shoulders back.
That was the girl I remembered.
The one I don't see that often looks nothing like that elegant, happy girl I once knew.
My hair is matted, with clumps of knots, its dry and split, with chucks missing, the cause of new medication. My eyes are no longer sparkling, they lost their twinkle long ago. I have huge dark patches under them, showing exactly how little sleep I get. My lips are always red raw and dry, from me chewing on them continuously. They sting and skin peels off. I am in a permanent slouch, my whole body hunched inward, trying to look smaller.
I am a terrified mess who doesn't even remember my own name.
But here I am known as Kindle. I am the starting of a fire, but without others, I am completely nothing.
It a weird nickname, I know, but compared to others in this hell hole, it's good.
My cell mate is Burns. His face was in my nightmares for weeks, and I still don't like to look at him too long. Our neighbour is Skins. She believes she is too fat. Lets just say, she must be the offspring of Frankenstein. So, yeah, Kindle is definitely good.
I can't say the same about my life though.
I wish I was dead.
But, aren't I already?
I mean, one of the few things I remember was the crash.
The chilling sound of metal slamming against metal. Peeling off the outside of the car like it was a banana peel. The scream of the brakes much too late to do anything. The blood. Everywhere
Yeah, I probably am dead.
That means you are too.
YOU ARE READING
Have I gone mad?
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