Even as I breathed in and out I
felt reality around me blurring… piece by piece… moment by moment
every piece of me felt like it was descending into madness. The same
madness that consumed everyone who came here. Every soul that was
forced to deal with their own insanity was sent here.
It was a part of my life that I
couldn’t ignore, until one day I did. Until the day that I saw him
get dragged in. He was surrounded by people, his body broken, his
handsome face scared by his mouth. He’d survived some sort of
traumatic event. You could tell as much when you looked him in the
eye. When you saw the way his gaze darted around the room… Like a
Washington had lived through a lot. I’d read about him in one of the
newspapers before I was admitted here. The handsome son of a wealthy
family. The boy who lost it all when his sisters died tragically on
the mountain their family owned. The boy who’d gone missing before
being found after weeks alone on the mountain.
turned into something else in that time.
had called him a monster but when I looked at him now I couldn’t see
a monster. All I could see was a ghost. A ghost that rocked me to my
ghost that had me terrified. I’d never been more terrified in
my whole entire life.
I’d never felt fear quite like
I’d never been so alone.
Alone under his terrified gaze.
Looking at him now I see a boy
being held by body guards. A boy who could break without the hands
that clung to him. I stared at him from across the room, in a sea of
madness. A sea of gazes and screaming. In the mists of shouts of
horror that sent a chill up my spine as I watched the boy look around
the room. As he takes in the madness. The four walls that were
covered with pads.
A psychiatric ward with
But he knew no one was quiet as
crazy as he was.
crazy as he felt.
No one was as
crazy as the boy who watched me from afar, his blue eyes peering into
my soul as I watched him too. It was as if he could see inside my
soul. As if he knew more than he should’ve.
As if we were
connected by more than psychosis.
I felt it the
moment he dared to not break eye contact with me. The moment I felt
my breathing hitch.
The moment he
looked at me with a smirk that made his scar dangerous and face even
more undeniably handsome.
his lips moved and muttered one single word that broke me into a
One word that
made me want more…
without sound and in that moment I knew I was his.