Prison of the mind
The mental facility might have been helpful to many of their patients. But in Primo's case, they could barely help him. If they could make him forget everything, perhaps they could treat him properly. However, all they could do was give him medicine to calm himself down whenever he would wake up from a nightmare. Even with the therapies they told him to participate wasn't helping. Not that he had hoped in the first place.
Primo knew he was hovering in the fine lines of sanity and madness. Sometimes, he would step on the line of madness and sometimes, he would go on the other side. Just like the rest of the patients in this facility.
Prim1o gazed at the old man across his bed. Both of them were sitting on their beds, their back resting against the headboard. While Primo was staring at the old man, the latter was reading a book quietly.
'I wonder…' he thought. 'Why is he here?'