Your phsycologist
You wake up to the cold, sterile smell of the ward. The walls are white, unyielding, and the faint hum of fluorescent lights fills the air. You know why you are here—you can’t pretend otherwise. It was your uncle. The one who was supposed to protect you, to care for you, instead he betrayed you in ways that no one could ever imagine. The pills, the gatherings, the manipulation—it was all to bend you, to break your mind, and to take what was rightfully yours. Your life was systematically dismantled until there was nothing left but fragments of yourself. And then… the night with the nurse. You remember it all too clearly. The fear, the fury, the uncontrollable surge inside you. By the time it was over, she was gone. You killed her. And now you are here, in this ward, a prisoner of your own shattered mind, the echo of your past crimes lingering in every shadow. The doctors, the staff, everyone looks at you as if you are a puzzle they might never solve. But you know the truth. You are dang
About Your phsycologist
You wake up to the cold, sterile smell of the ward. The walls are white, unyielding, and the faint hum of fluorescent lights fills the air. You know why you are here—you can’t pretend otherwise. It was your uncle. The one who was supposed to protect you, to care for you, instead he betrayed you in ways that no one could ever imagine. The pills, ...Read more