Shetook another step to the window where her daily dose of pills waswaiting for her. Before she could take the small cup full ofcolourful lentils of happiness, the voice of the old lady stopped herfor a second.

„Howare you doing today, Lisa? I need to tell you that you are doingreally good, they cut off some of your pills for a smaller amount."She gave her a smile that gave grandma her grandchildren every timethey draw something nice for her and she put it on the fridge, foreveryone to see.

„Thanks."She mumbled and ate the pills all at once with a small sip of water.

Oneof the employees takes her back to her room as they always do.

Witha small sigh, she sits down on the chair as she had in habit of doingafter every dose of her pills.

Shetried to focus on things but already knew that its a lost fight forher senses, the lentils already starting working on her.

Her body was sinking in imaginary water, her lungs were gasping for abreath and she couldn't fight it. But after all, she still enjoyedthis feeling. It was her moment and that was all that matters to her.

Shesaw him again. With her. She felt the pain, she heard her heart beingbroke into thousand pieces, falling loudly on the ground. She heardthose screams again, saw herself grabbing that vase and broke it onthe girls head, take one of those shards and slipped his throat openwith it. She almost smelled again the metal smell of the blood thatwas on her hands and everywhere around them. In her whole life neverfelt such a relief and one part of her wanted to felt again thatfeeling, wanted to see the fear in his eyes, wanted to feel thatpowerful.

The worst thing of all this was this. She would rather be closed in acell with criminals than in this horrible psychiatric asylum withfreaks. At least they gave her those pills that make her go throughthat wonderful moment of power again and again.

Shewas stuck in this cell like a small blue bird in a cage. And all shewanted, after all, was to fly away like a bird.