That day I dreamt of Nicholas, he was smiling and waving at me from across the street, andthen I just woke up.
Nicholas, I miss him very much. It feels like forever since I last saw him.
Last time I saw him I was in a terrible state, he was too… and it's not like I'm any better now, but I'm feeling lighter now that the truth is within my clasp.
It was 7:00 am and I was supposed to get dressed for breakfast, but I just couldn't move.
There are so many reasons for wanting to die right now,
A- I have no reason whatsoever to continue living.
B- I have no intention on living
C- I have no courage to face my terrible deeds.
D- I think I have lost everyone including myself.
E- Most importantly, I am in fact stuck in a mental hospital with no way of getting out soon.
The thing is, Nicholas was right; he had said that even getting out of here means facing the world that we are "psychopaths" to. And it means that I have to start all over again, I have to fight again, I have to live… again.
I don't think I'm worth living. I don't think I deserve it, I guess I'll have to live with the self hate for a while.
For now I got up, just for Nicholas.
And the food.
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Author's note: So only two chapters left after all this time, I will be posting them as soon as I write them. I hope you have enjoyed my story so far.
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Ameles potamos
Mystery / ThrillerI read a line once before that said "When reality is a prison your mind can set you free" I must disagree, your mind can also be one of your worst enemies. When Niala an eighteen years old teenager is inserted to a mental hospital, she finds hersel...
