chapter 2
Every morning they take us to the screen room, to re-watch the the same clip over and over till we face reality.
The breakfast is as worse as the room they keep us in. It's horrifying in here, I miss her with every bone in my body.
I wonder if she thinks of me, as much as I think of her, is she leaving a hell like mine.
She's here to give me my medication again.
It's been a month, I haven't made any connection with the world.
As days pass by, I feel myself lose a part of me.
The devil's visit me less since the day I beat her up, I wish my father were here. All this would go away in a blink of an eye.
Am I not human enough to get out of here, am I sentence to death for being happy, for being different, for just loving.
Are my wants not important, only what's approved by the world right!?
"Write your thoughts down." Yhe therapist hands me a piece of paper.
I start pouring my feeling onto this paper.
When I needed you;
On June 15, the year 2019..
The day I became yours, you came over, I was sick but you still kissed my dry lips. I had never felt more alive.
Your lips were a breath of life in my lungs, you laid with me till I could get up again.
You were the angel sent to protect and love me.
Everyday after that was heavenly, her hand in mine, her lips on mine, her warm soft skin against mine.
The day I finally got her naked skin on mine, was the first day of my new journey.
I raised our Palms toward the lighting, my fingers caress her all the way to her tummy. She smiles, as I pull her closer to my body.
"I love you", the words elapses from my mouth. I have never felt so free.
I place her lips on mine. "I love you too." she placed kisses on me again.
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"What's this trash." The paper I wrote on is thrown back to me. My thoughts! Duh!
"Have you learnt nothing from the month you have been in here." Of course I have, you want me dead.
"Take her away." He brings two guys to drag me to the correction room, before am dragged away he whispers in my ear.
"Your going to rot in here." Hell would be better!!