Limbo
I smash the bathroom mirror, I don't care anymore. Nothing matters, we live for however long "god" decides and when we do die no one is going to remember us past maybe 15 years so why should I be the quiet, respectful person society wants of me. I want to go ape shit. I grab the paper towel holder and rip it out of the wall, It was shockingly easy. I hate it here the strict schedule 6am wake up, 7am, breakfast, therapy till lunch at noon, then back to therapy till bed at 10. Even the weekends are scheduled the same. You have to earn any freetime and even then its observed and structured. Two nurses run in, the plastic shards and blood flying all over the room as I continue to punch the broken holder. I punch until I can't anymore. Tears are streaming down my face. I sit and scoot myself to lean on the cold wall. Grounding myself.
