Elizabeth
The room is dark, but I can still make out the shapes of the walls, the shadows pooling in the corners. This place feels like a prison, and I’ve been counting every second since I woke up here.
The padded walls mock me, their softness hiding the cruelty of my situation. My legs feel restless, and my body wired with tension.
I’ve been staying in my room, pretending to sleep, watching, waiting. They think I’ve given up.
I haven’t.
Dr. Maggie’s face flashes in my mind.
That fake smile she gave me when she said the flyers were distributed.
"Someone will call," she said with such conviction as if she cared. But I knew the truth when I saw the flyers crumpled in her bin. She lied to me.
She doesn’t want me to leave.
I can’t stay here anymore.
I glance at the small pi
