Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Patrick’s POV

"Patient 223"

I saw him before he was wheeled away, and it ached my heart more. For comfort, I wanted him close, and needed him now more than ever. In my feeling, I wished to see him, just to hold him.

The last contact we had was when I refused to talk to him some days after the words in his notes sent to me had adverse effects on me.

He told me “We would get through this together and I love you.”

Reading it tears rolled down my cheek. Somebody must burn this cabin down. It had isolated us. We had separated because of it.

I had lost track on how long they brought us here. More often I was quiet and depressed, as they tied my hands together.

The first week I got here etched in my memory. At the time I would use nails to inflict pain on my body, scratching my skin to point of bleeding.

Other occasion I would hit my head on the wall. It was an act I repeated, so often until a nurse comes to sedate me.

Every detail of the cabin I remembered well, but too scared to talk about it. If the notes could create mental disorders then we could commit suicide knowing the truth. For fear, I knew not what to think anymore. Rather I would sit it out until a nurse takes me back to my ward.