Everything is not what it seems

Liberty

"I need freedom before knowledge ... 

no matter how many time I ask they will never understand "

My name is Kylie Stewart, I'm... I don't even know how old I am anymore... the only thing I know about myself is that..;

- I have been in a psychiatric asylum for 4 years.

- I have no parents.

-I'm not insane.

Here at the asylum, there are many different types of mad people. some of them feel disliked and unwelcomed, some are just too much focus on their mind that they don't care about the others and different others with different symptoms. When I came here 4 years ago, I was welcomed by a 32-year-old woman who is nice, sweet and best of all NORMAL. others often call her " Sick Doctor " because ;

-she was a doctor in a well-known hospital.

-her Nickname is manu. I don't understand what's the problem with her name?

-She killed both her husband and his mistress. what a crazy destiny for those two people. she told me that she put on a show to avoid prison and with his nasty food and treatment ... how come can she be so wise, that why I love her. She taught me how to defend myself against other crazy people who bother you with strange questions and behavior. Shot with a weapon or gun ...don't ask me where she got it. I don't know where she got those weapons here but I really do respect her.

"Manu, I'm tired of staying here with everything, it's crazy and crazy nothing is okay in here". I said pointing at the different person in the room.

"Well, I do too". She said stretching her arm left to right.

"We have to escape from this place". I said. she was annoyed by what I said cause she knows everything about this place from the smallest to the biggest. she knows how it works, a single suspicious action and they will use you for their experiments. 

after a short moment she replies;

"If we succeed first of all in doing so, we will have our pictures on the news and we will not be able to live a normal life, if we fail we will go to the paralysis machine". She's right, I want to live normally without police officers on my trail, and above all, I don't want to see the color of this machine in all my life.

"how to do it then?".  she was pouting, observing the place left to right and take a deep breath opening her mouth and closing it directly. I knew something was going on ... I can easily read on her face and it tells me " I can make everything right but after ... I don't know ." 

"When I was a doctor, I saw how people who mental problems had stopped being released". she said wiping her face...that means she is preparing herself for the most relaxing thing in her life: SMOKING.

She lit a cigarette and handed me the other one with the lighter. yeah, I'm smoking "lit and shit " like she always told me, I was against it in the beginning and she told me again " it's not like it's poison we're gonna die here after all". she had been living here for 6 years. smoking that "lit and shit" for 6 years, making a difference in this whole damn world she's living for 6 years. I know everything is hard for her ... from high to low is really painful.

"we're not even crazy". I said 

she holds my hands tightly and told me while  lowerin' her voice...;

"Our behavior makes them think so ... for example, we spend our time smoking, we walk with guns, last year you killed a guy in your room. these are not mental problems but the can't let us go with this attitude".