Thomas
I was never normal. I have never been free. I was never touched. I grew up trapped inside my own mind—a labyrinth of silences, anger, and overly sharp thoughts. Social phobia. Deep depression. Devastating anxiety. Bipolarity, borderline, psychopathy. My world was limited to the darkness of my room and the brightness of the screens. My IQ exceeded 300, but that only made me better understand how doomed I was. I was 20 years old. But I had never lived. Then, she arrived. The nanny. Fifteen years. Frail. Innocent. Or so it seemed. She wasn't hired to please me. Just to make sure I ate, took the medicines, didn't die. She entered the room without looking at me. He spoke softly, with a voice too soft for this world. "He takes his food, his medicine and his juice. Bon appetit. Good night." And he was leaving. I never saw her face. Until the day I turned on the monitor. And I saw her. She was... indecent because it is so sweet. Too crowded. Too cute. Annoyingly perfect. Flora dress
About Thomas
I was never normal. I have never been free. I was never touched. I grew up trapped inside my own mind—a labyrinth of silences, anger, and overly sharp thoughts. Social phobia. Deep depression. Devastating anxiety. Bipolarity, borderline, psychopathy. My world was limited to the darkness of my room and the brightness of the screens. My IQ exceed...Read more