Memories of that night

Lyana

I go back to the hospital after buying a full snack, I have the same feeling as days in which I am being observed, I recognize being with some kind of trauma but I do not feel like talking to someone or asking for help.

From the moment I got out of the car being left in the center of the city near the red square, the disturbance in my psychological state has been growing tears started to fall I am always alone as a memory of the day I lost my mother.

I enter the hospital through one of the access doors going towards the office, I feel afraid of the people around but mainly afraid to go to the emergency room and face that man again. I pretended to be sick as a plausible reason not to receive questions and due to my good care the head of the surgical ward was understandable.

When I finally enter my room, I turn the key three times checking that it is locked, put the food on the table weighing the head between my hands releasing the air forcefully. When I close my eyes I can fee