Although I seem to have clammed down during these years, it was acting, drama. All I want to do now is to get out of the psychiatric ward and cheat out what has happened to the outside world.
Unluckily, I still have 300 days of treatment period, close to a year.
Climbing my way out is going to get me in to even more trouble so I have decided to stay in the ward as the government is paying for my bills and hospital fee.
Anyway I don't have a house or a job so staying in peace is the best I can do.
I am psychically trapped in here, but it's good. Well, I do enjoy the peace, kind of. Somehow I do feel lonely.
The nurses and doctors are afraid of me, I am the psycho talking to my own self. But who cares, it's a part of their job.
Every morning, footsteps! Closer and closer, than a gentle knock on the door...
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To be continued!
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Faded Ward
HumorAn ordinary, real, can bring out the cruel story of humanity. Feel free to enter the protagonist. Feel, think and enjoy...