DARKNESS

As soon as she opened her dolly eyes, the darkness felt even more mischievous around her.. She felt more lifeless than yesterday... Her eyes tells no stories no worries... 

She doesn't even know the meaning of her existence. She didn't remember who she is or how she ended up in this cell...

THE CELL IN A PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL.

She only sees the inmates in the hospital whenever she is taken out for having a meal or cleaning herself up in a common area.. All of them looks different, more different than her..

some of them hawl in the middle of the hallway while some others laugh without knowing the reason.. 

But she've never seen someone like her among all these people.. she knows she is the only one, who has hopeless yet dead eyes, with no urge to live or not even move...

"Natara...."

Someone called her out loud,breaking her thoughts in the middle way... 

It's Lenita ...

The only face she remembers after reaching the hospital...

She is the only one who consistently keep trying to be friendly with her..

Lenita is one of a special kind... She is hiding her pain behind those sharp  brown eyes... She talks a lot with a smile attached to her face.

But Natara doesn't even get annoyed, not even once.. because it is the only moment she felt alive... by having someone besides her..

"Why are you always staring at those drawings"??

She asked by pointing her index finger to the wall...

Yes... there is some drawings that she created herself from her memories.. the only face that is blurred and vague in the corner of her memory book...

Maybe it's a hallucination but she believes that it's a special someone.. the image in her memory is not clear yet.. but still she keep drawing with the charcoal pieces in the cell....

"WHO IS IT...?? 

"LOOKS LIKE HE DOESNT HAVE A FACE" she murmured with a smile...

Natara remained silent... She doesn't have answers for Lenita's questions. But that doesn't matter for her.. she keep on talking like a child with lots of excitement and enthusiasm...

"You know what.. that girl with a wicked smile in the cell 321 has murdered her own husband and only child before coming here.. Can you believe it?"

Everyone in these cells have different stories but I'm the only who doesn't even know who I am.. other than my name which is called by the staffs here..