Catch you on the rebound

This world was never something I imagined. Many things have happened to me that I couldn't wish even to my enemy. I have left everyone, breaking all the chains. It was silly, how people loved to ask if I felt sorry for myself for how everyone left me. See, I have turned the tables on them. Now no one can ever hurt me EVER thanks to the lessons they made me learn. I act as if I don't care if people dislike me. Deep down. I secretly enjoy it, now. He made me ‘think’ as if everything was butterflies and rainbow, flowers and chocolates, and all those bloody stuffed f*****g toys. Truthfully, I was sick. Living in a hallucination gifted by him, he took me to a bench somewhere on the hilltop, the Aroma of freshly brewed tea was the air's flavor of the day. Fog and hints of droplets were evident on lime green leaves of continuous drizzle from the foregoing night. We were enjoying the first rain after a long dry spell that brought out an unmistakable perfume, often strongest in spring and summer. There was a small cottage as well decorated with a plant vine. I was never good at botany, so I didn't know what this particular plant was called. "Gorgeous Scenery", That day he brought me a canvas too, so I could resume my discontinued hobby of painting. That morning I delineated him on my board. his heavenly face, damped hairs, I could see his goosebumps but for my satisfaction or in an attempt to get his redemption may be for all the things he made me go through, he stood there portraying ‘my model’, which is still my masterpiece, by the way. He was giving me that charming smile that he gave me the first time I saw him. All innocent yet enchanting, don't know what encroached on me, I turned my colorful creativity into an unforgettable memory and made it come to fruition, I pushed him down the hill. I was a moth, always roaming in a circle around him. He my sun, me an ordinary planet, revolving around my source of existence. but the closer I got to him, that fire of his which quotidian to illuminate my world, began to burn me. Although he was my brightest star and I was closest to him, somehow, I was still engulfed in darkness. I was unable to see the warning signs; he would make my life a living hell and I gave him written consent in the name of the marriage contract. I could not keep up with my promise to supply him with an endless chain of happiness when my own cup of tea was converted into a black hole. no matter how much positivity and goodwill, I tried to buckle myself up, It was never enough. This void of restlessness and banality was deepening with every ongoing second. He considered me a porcelain doll or a beautiful paper fort, but the antonym was I didn't want to be a sand wall in front of him, I was afraid of breaking. So, he held hostage my fears and rock-ribbed my vital statistics. gradually, I started my planning-plotting to help this ungrateful world to get rid of him. World, which now mistakes me as a mentally upset criminal. They are keeping me in a high-end, full-flashed secured mental asylum. People should reside here at least once in their lives. Outsiders are living in their own version of Verisimilitude. most are confused, they can't decide who is really appreciating their success and who are holding their breath to witness their fall. No command of life, excessive fears or worries about losing their loved ones, heck! and death is the ultimate truth, but No they have to exhaust themselves in fighting for the riches of life, first, they will wrong someone intentionally, then be extremely guilty for it. No one has friends as everyone is wearing numerous face masks, "You tell me!" " What do you want to know?" " What do you have in your heart for me? I've been hearing things in school. All the things you say Come and say them to my face." "Ok. I'll say and listen loud and clear." " I want to flush all your hurdles out of this universe. Burn every evil eye with the thickest hot iron rod and a hearty desire to make you mine". " Quite poetic you are, the ugliest poem I have ever heard", she said. Turning around, trying to control her smile, she wasn't diurnal to anyone other than her papa saying such caring words. while reality can be seen only here. I can see through the people who they are. they are raw inside out. Things are simpler here. Those who have accepted that they are sick are normal compared to the ones who are still trying to make every staff and visitor believe they belong to the outside world and, in fact, they are completely healthy in all respects. Bullshit! God knows why they bother. "Sit quietly for a second, dammit!". I snapped at my roommate. "You are squealing INSIDE my ears". "And you are eerie quiet. And again! What goes on in your criminal's mind, anyway,". I looked at Victoria sharply. "These two were the longest sentences you have said in the past 3 weeks". She muttered. "What's with you correlating my words and time period?". I stated. " I read somewhere that humans are social animals, and they communicate which helps to avoid misunderstanding, Develop Strong Relationships. ... Cultivate Growth. ... Build Trust., perhaps you are not a human. ". " Or I'm not an animal". "But you murdered someone". "yes? Do animals have any copyright to kill?". "I mean, what's your story, how and why did you end up here? You never told me you killed someone that's in the air of this whole asylum place, which technically directs you into lock-up... So why here?". " You don't need to know you are a kid". "I'm 18 today, grant me my birthday wish". "HAPPY. BIRTHDAY. You are JUST 18. Go back to your bed, the warden is about to take her round of the night". "Please..."Victoria pleads with her puppy eyes. My lips twitched. after ages. this rug rat, I don't want to be attached to her. " No." I strenuously vocalized. she stood up dusting imaginable dust from her uniform, quietly sauntering to her side of the furniture. "Victoria Armstrong. batch number 413, the dean has called out for you. come with me". Warden pronounced. being a recent asylee, the situation was incomprehensible for Cinthia, she squeezed her eyes at Victoria surreptitiously trying to figure out what was happening. whereas Victoria's face paled all that which her previous roommate filled her up with came flushing in the character of realization in her mind. she couldn't bring herself to step toward the warden, recently 18 wanted to look for help from Cinthia but the warden's single hard glare made her give up on that benevolent idea. she reluctantly walked out of the ward unable to give a single glance to Cinthia's gaze...