There's no reason for me to be alive. I will never change the world or even get a good job. I doubt I'll ever get a husband or have children. All I'm doing is sitting stationary in a mad house, letting the doctors suck out all the money from my family as I do so. I'm a chore. A problem. I might as well be dead.
I close my eyes.
Shut off.
I see stars.
YOU ARE READING
Lucid
FantasyIsla Samuels has a mental condition so serious that all she can now do is sit and wait in Ballard's Mental Asylum for Under 18s until her life is ripped out of her body. However, she has yet to learn a powerful technique to escape what is waiting fo...
