Someone knocked on my door and disrupted my drive into the past.
I sat upright.
It was the police.
The same ones that interviewed me the day before.
I smiled when I saw the female interrogator.
They sat down and proceeded to question me.
I told them everything I knew.
“ Well, someone testified on your behalf. You’ll be leaving here soon.” The lady interrogator said.
I raised a brow.
“ Why didn't you tell us that your ex boyfriend attacked you? Why didn't you tell us that you were just trying to defend yourself?” The other person chipped in.
I didn't hear what he said.
Someone testified on my behalf again.
“Was it the same person that did so when I was almost expelled?” I thought.
I didn't know when the officers left.
I didn't even want to know.
“Who the hell is MR ANONYMOUS?”
I scoffed.
No…laughed.
“MR ANONYMOUS?”
I think I have a talent for giving cool names.
Well, I will soon be out of here so I need to act fast.
“ Lara…. It's time for your dose of pain.”
I don't like fighting.
But I always do.
It's not my fault.
I can't control it.
I plan to go after Lara with words and not actions.
At least, I want to act mature for now.
Words and I have never been close.
It always failed me.
No one has ever spoken to me without raising their voice.
This isn't the first facility I have been to. My parents took me to one after I was expelled.
I stayed there for over two months.
Facilities don't help people like me. It only makes us think far and dark.
I ran away from the facility after breaking bones. I didn't go to college, didn't even graduate high school.
Normalcy has never been real for me.
I'm not normal, as people would say.
But what's the definition of normal?
Is it because I don't follow rules or because I crave to see people bleed?
All in all, that's me. Anna Miller.
I live with my grandma. Once I'm out of here, I will get a job.
She's getting old but she won't let me work, because she knows I can't control myself.
I can't say I love her, but I really appreciate her.
Enough talk, It's time to play