It's Only A Process

Alora watches him leave, wanting to call out for the umpteenth time. 'I have caused this. I could be with him but...' She buried her face in her pillow and wailed her heart out.

'No song can fix me.' Voices flooded her mind. 'This is what I wanted. To protect him and I. Sean is dead and maybe my family. I hope they are fine.'

The nurses and Len tried talking to her but she threw pillows, vases, glass bottles and anything that was within her reach. For fear of their safety, the nurses fled but Len tried comforting her.

"Go away." She screamed. "I don't want to see you." She had recovered her voice somehow but it would always quake and wasn't even stable.

He eventually left her and she crumpled to the floor. The room was in ruins, she ripped the curtains, smashed the lightbulbs and destroyed the drip she was using.

Blood covered the floor, she had held a broken piece of glass and stepped on the broken vases, causing her to bleed. But she didn't care.

'Why? Why couldn't we be happy?' She asked herself.

'Because,' A mocking voice said. 'Nothing good ever lasts. You had him and you lost him. You weren't good enough anyway. It was never going to work.'

'Is that true? No, it isn't.' She held her head in agony. 'Stop it!'

'Foolish girl.' The voice continued. 'Don't lie to yourself any longer. He never loved you, did he?'

'He loved me. I know he did. God, I am on the verge of mental breakdown.' She ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

A girl with a bloody bandage wrapped around her head stared at her. Her face was stained with powder and blood, hair and clothes in shambles.

'This is what a psychopath looks like.' She smiled and hit the mirror with the glass that was in her hand.

'I really am crazy. I loved him but why? What did this happen? I only wanted to be happy. Is that too much to ask? But if I want his safety and the others too, I'll survive this.'

She collapsed afterwards due to the exhaustion.

'I'll get through this. It's only a process.'