Two years later

CIARA

“Ms. Ciara.”

I was getting my hair straightened in my room, when the nurse called my name. I spurned to see her standing behind me with her hands folded.

It was nurse Mary, the one who became my friend after I was declared sane by the doctors in the facility, I had been caged in for more than two years.

She did mention that Ryan and Herzl usual paid me visits all the while I was mentally derailed, but she doesn’t like using the words, mentally derailed, she prefers using the word, sick, to describe my condition then.

But what’s the difference between someone who is...