Do you know what the textbook definition of "cяαzу" is? ... вяαιηѕιcк.
Yes, that's right, "вяαιηѕιcк".
Do you know what the textbook definition of "вяαιηѕιcк" is? ... мιℓєу яαу.
"Miley, look out!"
I awoke with a jolt as the blinding sun shining through the window pierced my eyes. The medic I had come to know as Ms. Gilda, walked towards me with a breakfast tray in hand and that same sympathetic smile I had also come to know so well.
She looks over at me with an over exaggerated smile and begins to speak, "good morning, Ms. Ray. I trust you slept well."
I sigh lightly and toss the white cotton duvet to the bottom of my bed before slowly sitting up and speaking to Ms. Gilda without bothering to give her a glance, "morning".
The medic immediately begins rushing around my room, laying clean sheets in the cupboard and fresh towels in my small bathroom. "I'm sure you're excited about today, Ms. Ray."
No matter how much I pleaded with the staff, they never seemed to understand that I hated being called "Ms. Ray". Another thing I hated was today, the day I would be able to leave, the day most people in this place would kill to have. Myself on the other hand, would give anything if it meant I didn't have to go home. Home; the place it all began and the place it all ended...everything good, that is. There was nothing left for me there, everything back home was cold, dark and full of memories that would be better off forgotten. I notice the medic standing beside me, waiting for my answer and I slowly nod, giving her a smile and just hoping she will leave so I could be alone...just like I was destined to be...just like everyone expected me to be after what I did...after taking the life of an innocent soul.