The Torment

December twentieth is the day I remember being brought into the asylum for the first time. Like any typical psychopath, I screamed.

I cried.

I remember snatching the nurse's hair until she screamed and I was slapped into unconsciousness and thrown into the room. The only difference? I wasn't a psychopath.

For the first few days, I would cry maniacally upon hearing any nurse go by, to catch one's attention and tell her that I wasn't insane.

"That's exactly what an insane person would say" They said, unbothered and it was as if my fate rested in the mouldy walls of the Asylum.

And I soon realized that there was no use fighting for my life now .Which brings me to the present day, another one that I'll mark in history with red.

The day I met him.