‘I am home.’
This statement holds more value now, as I just got back after being in the Mental Health facility for six months.
My parents handled me like I was some crystal vase that could crack any moment. Uf! I thumped the desk in frustration.
No, I wouldn’t cry. How I wish, relieving myself of the dreadful past and elevating myself could be as easy as it sounds. I remembered the day my life took a 360 degree turn.
Rightly named ‘Witches Garden‘, the place looked haunted, giving out eerie vibes due to negligence and didn’t attract much crowd. This is where I would sit and write for hours together. It stayed that way until that fateful day, when I was violated by a few miscreants.
As I walked inside the labyrinth of my mind remembering the harrowing experience unaffected , I felt glad realizing how far I had come.
This fictional tale is written for,
FOWC with Fandango: Labyrinth
Thump, Cry, Elevate
Tale Weaver #297: The Witches Garden