Chapter 55

• Lyssa's POV
• My stay in this psychiatric home was weird. From the moment I walked through those sterile white halls and heard the heavy metal doors lock behind me, I knew I was truly alone. The cold, clinical atmosphere seemed to seep into my bones, numbing me to everything else except my own thoughts.
• Realising there was no way to prove that I was okay to the psychiatric attendants broke my heart. It was like trying to scream into a hurricane and expecting to be heard. They looked at me with wary eyes, as if I was a puzzle they couldn't quite figure out. But how could I blame them? I couldn't even figure myself out.