The hospital smelled like disinfectant and fabric softener. The cries of people inside locked doors can be heard everywhere. It has been a month since Zackary officially took over some of the patients cases inside the hospital. He now knows that two General Practitioner comes every Wednesday and Friday. There are thirty-five patients in total, twenty two nurses and four all around assistants in the hospital. Dr. Mori was seldom seen in the hospital halls and he always seem to leave Zackary to run the hospital by himself. Zackary has no qualms about it, but he would have at least wanted a guide in his first week.It has been chaotic to say the least. He felt like his brains turned into mush. He scrambled his knowledge as best he could whenever one of the patients had an episode. The confusing hallways added to his headache and all he wanted to do was run inside the comforts of his own room. He never imagined that the white hallway and bland colored ro

Ram slammed his phone on the floor so hard that it shattered to pieces. It has been two months since he arrived in their small town. He and his friends came to a decision on the day of his arrival. They will bring Gen back to them. No matter what it takes. They will help her regain her life and sanity. How to do it was a task left unanswered, but their scattered brains arrived to a far fetched resolve. Retrace the events that led up to her insanity. Nick and pick the important details, find where her insanity began and maybe they will find an answer along that road.He took deep breaths while sitting on his sofa, remembering what made them decide on their ludicrous mission in the first place.Patrick eyed him with contempt, Angus stared down at him with bleary eyes. "Why" they asked at the same time. Blinded by the sun and the rising guilt inside him, Ram stayed on the ground with his head bowed."Let's go someplace else, I will answer all your questions, but be

The sky is dark and moonless, the stars are also shying from her view, depriving her from what little light they could bring. She never felt hungry or thirsty, even the need for sleep eluded her, but the want to continue moving felt strong so she kept walking. Lost and hopeless, she did her best to move forward. She can't tell what time it is or how long she's been moving. It has been a long time since she left the white corridor and plunged into the dark void. Her injured arm was surprisingly healed when she awoke on the cold tiles of the hallway. The first place she emerged into after the endless darkness within the void was a field. It was scarce of anything else, just a vast expanse of verdant blanket. The place was silent, not even the blowing wind made a sound. She kept walking for hours, yes probably hours, she can't tell, when out of nowhere she saw another door much like the one she found which led her to the white corridor. 

The market was busy as always. The countless stalls selling meat and vegetables buzzed with the never ending gossip of people who entertained themselves withsomeone else's misfortune or luck, gratifying themselves in the process. Lovely lived the past two months of her life with her head bent, the pavement her new friend. As she passed by the stalls, numerous people greeted her with "good morning or how are you." For the innocent the greetings may sound like concern or a simple acknowledgement of one's presence, but for Lovely, she did not miss the undertone in their voices or the sneer that came after. She thought she will get used to them in time, but as the days progressed, she felt her will and self-confidence slowly dwindle.She used to barter with the sellers before purchasing their items or visit numerous stalls before deciding whose product was better, but now she limited herself into buying everything in one swoop, in one stall, as fast as she coul

The blazing sun was unbearable, but Esther chose to walk despite the incessant prodding of Carl. The driver who comes to the mansion twice a week never failed to amaze the old house keeper. He remained silent and considerate throughout the years. He never questioned Esther with anything not related to his work. He comes and goes keeping himself invisible, never standing on Esther's way. Maybe that was the reason she kept him on payroll. The man knows his boundaries. Though there was once a time when he showed his concern for the young mistress of the house. He asked how she was and said he hoped that she would come home soon. His words sent a warmth in Esther's heart. The number of people hoping for her recovery is limited to herself and no one else. Almira, Gen's older sister would rather wish the young woman to die rather than see her walk out of Hospisyo Estrella. She never once visited her sister. Esther tried so hard to convince Almira but t