Ultraviolence

Prologue - - -

One thing about love is for sure, it's suppose to drive you mad if it's real. I get that but how can you tell if you have gone mad if you're mental unstable and a "fuck up" to society ? That's simple, in "recovery" you don't have to focus on your problems so that person begins take up your day to day thoughts. Have you noticed they always give rehabs happy names to make you think they're better than they are? No matter the name or location, it's still a place where you're suppose to focus on recovery. I cant though, she plagues my dreams even when she screams in her sleep and the nurses rush to her side. they say she sees things, hallucinations. She doesn't talk to anyone, not even her therapist they say. She doesn't want to recover, she wants to lay back in the shadows and be forgotten, but oblivion is such a shame for a girl of her beauty.

Seems like I only like her for her looks but she is a quiet genius, a ghost who draws splendid pictures and beats through screams. In group therapy she sits alone and picks at her skin. I never understood why people seemed to dislike her. She was dangerously beautiful with dirty blonde knotted hair and tired, and drained brown eyes. I guess her long nights of hiding in a corner tired her. She was scared. Scared of herself and this place they called recovery. I guess i'll never understand since she is schizophrenic and im just a sociopath looking for a cult.

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