during dinner, Alicia told me that she was leaving the hospital.
She held my hand, squeezed it to make me feel reassured as she was saying that she would visit me every day. i wanted to believe her words, when she said that i would be fine.
That i will get out of this place soon and that we would have all the time in the world to be with each other.
i wanted to yell at her, and punch the walls until my knuckles were bleeding and my throat was sore.
i couldn't.
i guess, i can never do that to her, because until this time,
she was the only one who understood me. knew me.
maybe even better than myself.
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Memoir Of An Insane
Short StoryKayla is the definition of messed up. After the traumatic events in her life, she is admitted in a mental facility, where she begins writing a diary. There, she writes down her thoughts, emotions and life. ;contains diary entries, texts, events, p...
