They said that when they brought me here to get better, I was only going to be here for a short time. It’s been 2 years, 1 month, and 6 days. I’m not getting better… They said that the voices in my head were going to go away, but they still talk to me once in a while… They said that all my nightmares would go away too, but it’s just the same thing over and over again.
One day, a woman came in to teach, I hear her name is Dorothea. She has brown hair. Her eyes are a very dark brown, kind of like me, just like me…
She looked at me and whispered, ” I will promise to help you, no matter what.” she brushed her hand across my cheek, and took my hand into hers. I don’t remember the last time someone ever even speaking to me like that, they were always just ordering me around telling me what to do. There’s just something about her that makes me feel, safe.
She comes back, again and again to talk to us. Nothing specific, just to talk, and she would sometimes teach us things, like all the other school kids. She’s always has a huge smile on her face, and she makes all the people here feel at least a little lighter . This makes me happy. I am always looking forward to seeing those beautiful eyes again.
She comes in one day, and she says, ” Let me help you.”
I was a little confused, I thought she had been helping me all along, teaching, and making us all feel better.
She took my hand again, and walked me through the long hallways towards to front door. Was she allowed to do this? I’m not allowed outside, I haven’t been outside for such a long time, I’m a little scared.
Her hand turns the knob slowly and light bursts into my eyes, I shut them closed.
” It’s so …bright!” I say.
I hear a soft laughter, “Open those eyes my dear, there is so much you still have to see.”