Fʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ. Aᴛ ʟᴀsᴛ?
I sat on my bed silently as I waited for my mother to enter my room to tell me that we are going to be leaving this place soon. I hate being stuck in this kind of place. Everything is white and I'm getting tired of seeing only white.
I sat silently on my bed as I listen to the sound of footfalls just beyond the closed door where the hallway was. I can imagine other people walking out there doing what they usually do and I also want that. I'm tired of sitting and waiting. I want to explore too.
I slowly stood from where I am sitting ang started to walk towards the direction of my door. I wanted to go out. I small smile crept into my lips when I reached the door but then it suddenly turn to a frown when I realize that it was locked. I suddenly felt the rising anger in my chest until I only see red. The last thing I remembered before losing consciousness was attacking the door.
Everyone went silent when they hear the loud banging from one of the rooms somewhere followed by a scream of a deranged woman. They then went on to their lives and ignored the noise. It was always like this here. People in this facility have problems. Not the usual problems that can be easily solved. Because these people here needs a long time, if not, a lifelong medical assisstance for their mental incapability.
