An hour passed after Sivaangi left. She must have been very confused by all of this. But it was not my fault, let alone hers. The consequences of everything we did led us to this. Arjun had no right to have said all that. It was not the right time for her to know. I remember that day, after all, Sivaangi was hospitalized for two weeks because of me. After that, I walked away from her because I decided to become a person she would be disgusted with. But, unfortunately for her, Sivaangi today is my psychiatrist.
I laughed scornfully and continued to punch the wall out as if it worked like a punching bag. My hands were already bleeding, but I kept punching. Since I couldn't get out of here and the thirst for blood is too high, and I don't mind hurting myself. The wall was already covered with a huge bloodstain, and I was enjoying myself, imagining that it could be my cousin Arjun's. Sometime later, the same nurse who had brought my lunch, came back to get the tray and screamed, looking around to see if anyone was dead, but found nothing.
"Did you miss something," I asked, scaring her, seeing that the woman stared at me with closed eyes and saw my injured hands?
"Did you hurt yourself again," she asked approaching me, but I pushed her away, trying to control my anger. If she didn't get out of here, I could end her life in the blink of an eye.
"Go away, I don't need any more care," I exclaimed rudely. In that, I saw her picking up the object lying on the floor and whispered something inaudible for me not to hear. Without looking back, she left, locking me up again.
I sighed and took out my phone that I had stolen from the file room the same day that I ran away from here. I looked at my lock screen, and it was the photo of her with me!
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