Don't Give Up On Me [Book 2]

Epilogue

I was watched, watched by eyes that were judging me, although they were equal, if not even lower. I for one wasn't really insane, I was disturbed to some point , but I had my mind at the right place, I knew what was important in my life; my love and my son.
My head bowed as I looked towards the ground, the last time I would be outside this huge, white house that was towering in front of me ever again. I knew that once I was inside this prison for mental disturbed, or as I heard the owner say: 'confused citizens', I would feel the daylight on my skin again, I would never be able to leave it again. Nobody could be healed. They said they only would help us find our way, but I knew better, I knew there was no chance to ever get out again, especially if they made me wear this vest for the rest of my life.

"C'mon, walk." The guard said, tugging on one of my arms that I couldn't move. I hadn't even realized that I had stopped in the middle of my way to the institution. Despite his tugging on my arm, I couldn't move, I was frozen in time. All I wanted was to die, I didn't want to live knowing that I couldn't see my own child grown up, knowing that I had to stay in the same room for the rest of my life, knowing that Leah would find another man, one much better and one that would be able to stay by her side. One that wouldn't be me. She was the only thing that had kept me alive through all these years of torture I had endured and now, now I wouldn't be able to see her again, not ever. They didn't do visits in mental institutions. She was my only purpose, now why did I even live anymore? Why couldn't they kill me instead of parting me again from my second half after I finally had her again?

"No." I said, realizing that I couldn't let them do this, I couldn't let them drag me into this house, I knew I would kill myself. I could already feel the pain I would endure in this house, much stronger pain than I ever had. I could feel it rising it up and building a lump in my throat.

The guard stopped and tried now harder to tag me along, but I refused, I refused to go inside, I'd rather die on the spot then die inside out, slowly as they took every last piece of humanity of me, replacing it with what they thought was normal.

I started struggling,t trying to make them let go, just for a second so I could run. I knew that they would catch me, but at least I had to try, I had to try and escape my death.

"I need help." The guard yelled at some guards in the entrance or for any worker who was watching me intently, I felt two, or even four hands pinning me down to the ground, a lot of weight on me. My arms were still tied in that freaking vest that I was forced to wear, so I couldn't move at all. I felt a sharp pain in my leg and suddenly the world around me swung, everything was moving, not fast, but slowly as if all was trying to fade away – getting away from me as fast as it could. The more faded, the more black it became, so I stopped fighting and closed my eyes, hoping to never wake up again.