Chapter 5

I lay back on the crisp white chair, my eyes unfocused. "Dr. Evans, I've been feeling irritable and moody again lately. Everyone around me is so annoying, like a bunch of idiots. I just want to tear this whole world apart."

"Rowan, you still need to be more positive," Dr. Evans said softly, giving me a shot in my left arm. "A year ago, I didn't recommend you leave, but you've been doing so well and taking your meds on time, so I approved your discharge. Just get some rest now."

I slowly closed my eyes.

In my dream, I was a child again. Everyone knew the Blackwoods had a smart son, but no one knew it was boy-girl twins. Our family mystic said I was a bad omen, a curse. I was supposed to be drowned, but Mom couldn't bring herself to do it. She secretly left me at an orphanage.

The orphanage director was a pervert. When I was ten, he called me into his office, promising me toys.

In the end, the police and doctors arrived. They looked at me, their faces full of shock.

After answering countless questions, I was sent to the biggest mental institution in the city.

I stayed for ten years.