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Ivan's POV

Patient 222

There's always a lady wearing a white sort of dress and small cap that never seems to fit on her head. In fact, every lady that I've seen in this stupid place all don't have fitting cap.

Today he seems to be full of confidence and energy," I hear a lady in white say, looking at her badge! Her name neatly spelt Cassie.

Cassie," I repeated thrice nodding my head, blurting out, "Cassie where are my friends? Where's my boyfriend?" The nurse was staring ahead and wheeling me to the interrogation ward. "You long-faced chimpmunk, answer me!" I kept screaming.

If I wasn't tied down to the wheel chair, I would have held the nurse by her dress and screamed at her until I became tired. I haven't been coping well either since I've been having persistent mood disinhibition and mood euphoria and my behavior that has become different from a normal person's behavior. Sometimes I have mixed feelings and I get depressed on some days, and then the depression goes on other days.

Yesterday morning, after I had breakfast and once there was a mad man as I classified them all, I was eating and making funny faces, while some patients were laughing, I was irritated by the man's actions, and I swore I gave the man a very bad glare, which made him comport himself, and I entered the depression state again.

There's someone name that keeps tugging in my heart. Patrick. There are days I remember who he is and my friends too, the memories of the cabin. I silently prayed to God to keep him safe. I knew he was here, I knew my friends were in the same state as I was. If only we'd stayed back and not gone to the cabin, maybe we wouldn't have seen the notes and not to talk of reading it. I can't hate Danielle, I believe it wasn't her fault entirely. Mad Louie wouldn't accept that it wasn't mad Danielle's fault, I couldn't blame Louie tho. Only God knows what I'd have done if anything happened to Patrick.

I looked around and my eyes landed on him, I remembered his last words to me "I will love you Ivan". Who is he? I don't know, there are days when my memories are hazy and I remember only pieces.it hurts every time it happens.

And then the police came and took us and brought us to this hell hole. I hissed, I was feeling unhappy to the point my chest hurt and so I was taken to my ward.