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Why is everyone

Seemed to be so obsessed

With the idea of

Falling in love?

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I was woken up by someone tapping my shoulder rapidly. My head was throbbing and my muscles ache like I just ran a long marathon. My eyes twitched side to side and I couldn't sat up as I wiggled my hands to get out from whatever was holding me back on the bed. My hands coiled a fist so that I could maybe loosen up the handcuffs but it didn't work as well.

"Florence", I heard someone said over a speaker.

I bet they had locked me in a 24/7 monitor room because it was too quiet like there was no one but me in this room. I could even hear my own breathing as I let out a big huffed that I've been holding on since I woke up.

Flickering my eyes open, I was blinded by the sudden brightness of light that entered my eyes, making me close my eyes back quickly. The person tapped again on my shoulder and I refused to open my eyes while I tried to adjust to the light intensity.

"What?!", I snapped, balling both of my fist.

"It's Miss Margaret", she replied, her tone was sympathetic; the only thing I hate the most.

"Where am I ?", I asked, calming some of my tense muscles down while she patted my shoulder soothingly. It's a pretty dumb question to ask because I already knew the answer but it wouldn't hurt anyone if I asked right?

"You are under security surveillance", she stated sternly making me slightly scared by her sudden change of mood.

"Why?"

"You know why, Florence." she sighed.

"How long have I been here?"

"A day," she paused. "It happened last night. You got a bandage on your head and it was pretty bad. We thought we lost you but somehow you're still alive"

"You sound like you wanted me to die." I snickered and let out a laugh finding it was pretty amusing that those words came out from her mouth. She's usually the one who told us to watched our language and manner but I guess not today.

"No, no that's not what I meant. Don't you get it Florence? There must be a reason why you're still alive. You hit yourself pretty bad and the doctor tried their best to save you", she replied quickly as if that was really convincing.

"Yeah right. Whatever" I scoffed. That was the biggest lie I've ever heard someone told me.

Why would she said that 'they must be a reason why you're still alive' like no there's no reason at all. If that was one of the ways she used to try and convinced one of her patients, then she's fucking wrong. Soothing words don't work on me anymore, it just made me developed more hate towards everyone. And you're just wasting your time, convincing things that were useless.

There was a huge window with computers and tv screens outside the room that showed every angle of my body. Doctors and nurse surrounded them and jotting down whatever they saw in the screen so fast as if they would die or been tortured to death if they missed one information about me.

"Why are you here?" I glanced up at Miss Margaret who was sitting on a chair beside my bed while she was reading a book.

She pushed her thick frame glasses higher up on the bridge of her nose and close her book with one hand.
Keeping another one on the pages she was currently reading. She cleared her throat and sat up straighter. "I was in charge of taking care of you"

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