Story #1

She was packing stuff quickly before everyone noticed she was leaving. 

But he was seeing her. He was looking with a pure face revealing sadness. 


'What do you think you are doing?' he asked her softly. 

'I need to go... I need to go home.' 

'What? This is your home, you can't just leave and that's it.' he started sobbing quietly. 

'I've been here for so many years... but I don't belong here. I need to find the path... the correct one.' she lowed her sight to the floor. 

'I thought you were happy here, I always see you smiling, and you always have that look in your face like everything is alright.'

'Look, I don't even know you. I don't know why I'm explaining this to you.' she looked right towards his eyes, with anger. 

'But I know you... you'll never find the correct path. Do you even know why are you here? In this place?' He started talking louder. 

'What do you mean? Why are we here?' she looked around her.'Wait a second... what's happening? where are we?'

'This is what I'm talking about, Kara. You have a mental illness. We are at a mental hospital. We are all mad here.' as the guy talked, she started crying loudly. 

'And... what's wrong with me?! You need to tell me! What's happening?' she said while she started looking at the paintings on the walls moving around, transmforming into different and odd shapes.

'You imagine things, Kara.'

She scratched her eyes with anxiety and madness. She saw a light when suddenly a door opened fast. 

Three people with white clothes approached to her. One had a syringe, another a white big cloth, and the woman had keys on her hand. 

'Pacient from room 45, we are going take her to the lonely room." the man with the syringe talked on a phone. 

'Kara, look at me. I won't forget you, and I know I will always be in your mind.' said the guy before fading in the darkness infront of her eyes. 

Then she felt the syringe sinking into her neck before her sight went dark.