I was getting discharged today. The nurse came up to my room. I stared out the window, depressed. I couldn't believe I was going back to the hostel, after everything. All my chances to escape have been a bust. It was like the world was just against me.
"Hey Mariana," she said. I murmured a reply not bothering shifting from my position. "It's time to take your last dose."
I don't answer or pay attention to her. She came closer and tapped my shoulder. "Mariana. Are you listening to me?"
"Of course I can hear you. I'm not deaf." I snapped at her.
The nurse looked taken aback by my outburst. She exhaled deeply and sat at the side of my bed.
"I understand that you're frustrated. That feeling of helplessness is a f****d up feeling."
"It sure is," I muttered and combed my hair
