The tragedy

Story #2: I PRETENDED TO BE CRAZY

My name is Liza, and I'm currently in a mental institution. However, the truth is that I'm not actually crazy. I'm just pretending to be. I still have my sanity intact. I don't have any mental illness.

I've been here, pretending to be crazy, for almost two years. It's been a long time I know.

The doctors couldn't find or diagnose any mental illness, because there wasn't one to begin with. I am normal. I am completely healthy.

"Liza, you have a visitor."

"Please come in Sir. I'll leave you alone for a moment," a nurse said from behind me.

I ignored her and continued staring into space, lost in my thoughts.

"Liza," came a familiar voice, pulling me out of my trance.

As soon as I heard that voice, frustration and fear surged through me. That voice, I couldn't mistake it.

Trembling, I turned around to confirm what I had already guessed.

I saw an old man who bore a striking resemblance to me. He is my father and the reason why I am pretending to be crazy.

"S-stay away from me," I yelled in fear, taking a step back.

"My child," he said, his voice filled with tears.

"Stay away from me! You're bad!" I cried out.

"I have regretted what I did to you, Liz. Please forgive Papa," his voice pleaded.

I shook my head.

"Forgive you? You r***d your own daughter!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

That is why I am pretending to be crazy; to escape from him, from the monster standing in front of me. He r***d his fifteen-year-old daughter, his own flesh and blood. He was a terrible father.

"Anna..."

I wept. I screamed and backed away from the person who took advantage of my innocence. I felt as if I couldn't breathe in the reality of having him in front of me, the man who ruined my life.

The nurses rushed towards us due to the intensity of my screams. They approached us, or rather, approached me. They came to where I was standing.

They forcefully held my hands on both sides. I struggled against their grip.

What are they doing? What is happening?!

One of the nurses injected me with a syringe.

Gradually, I lost consciousness.

But before completely losing consciousness, I heard one of the nurses say, "This poor girl is hallucinating again."