THE DREAMWORLD: A MEMOIR (Complete)

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The day she fetched me from the psychiatric ward was a Tuesday. I was so confused, they almost put me back into a straitjacket, but she calmed me down. As we drove from the hospital, she didn't ask me where I lived. Apparently, we lived together.

She complained that her brother wanted his car back, so we couldn't go straight to the dorm. I asked her if she'd always had a brother and she told me to stop joking.

We got to her brother's house, which was around the bad side of town, and he said he was glad to see me again. It was the first time I'd ever seen him, Armani. He gave us a ride to the dorm before leaving to a place he wouldn't disclose to us.

"He always keeps secrets from me," Bonita complained as we entered the building. I said nothing and just shrugged when we entered the elevator. The ride up was quiet and she elbowed me in the rib. "What's wrong? You're too quiet."

"Sorry." I chuckled. "I just feel a little spaced out, you know? It's been a while since I've seen this much colour. Everything's white in the ward," I lied. It was actually blue.

She brushed a hand over my short hair and said, "No need to be sombre and broody, anymore. You're home."

I smiled. I was home.