The Pomegranate Eyes

Once upon a time, something happened under the pomegranate shade. Eighteen-year-old Anya speaks only through the pages of a private diary. Dr. Julian is the psychiatrist obsessed with fixing her. But in the quiet halls of Elysian Fields, the line between saving a patient and destroying them is razor thin.

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After today, we won't be bringing fish home to our tank anymore. Mother cleaned the tank for the last time and pushed it into a corner of the dark storage room. But those last two fish didn't actually die; they were killed. Just like serial killers commit murders and mask them as natural deaths. My mother would make a fine murderer one day.

One day, Mother brought home a beautiful red 'Fighter' fish and dropped it into the tank with the Goldfish. I knew it wasn't a good idea. The Fighter began to peck at the Goldfish. But instead of separating them, what Mother did to punish the Fighter was to take him in her hand and squeeze him tight.

After the Fighter tore off half the Goldfish's tail, Mother finally moved him to a different tank. Because she had squeezed him so often, the Fighter's spine snapped, and he died. The Goldfish, weakened by the loss of its tail, died too. But Mother did try to save them, didn't she? She isn't wrong at all, is she? After all, she's the best person there is.

-Disclaimer-

This is a work of Psychological Fiction intended for mature audiences. It explores themes of institutionalization, mental instability, and the darker facets of human connection.

Please be advised that the narrative contains graphic descriptions of self-harm (as a means of communication), psychological manipulation, and trauma. This is not a traditional romance; it is an exploration of two fractured souls navigating a clinical void. Reader discretion is strongly advised.