All Chapters of I love to hate you: Chapter 91

She was unusually seated in a fetal position on a single wrought iron bed in an immaculate white psych gown. On days she was positioned differently, she would either sit at the edge of the bed and stare blankly at the window or motionlessly stand in the middle of the colorless, lifeless, unequipped, and ammonia-filled room. The only other color that gave the room life was her blue psych gown, but that was on days she wasn't wearing the white one, and sometimes when a visitor brought her flowers, and her nurse was kind enough to put it in a vase, but months had passed since the last visit.When her tiny room didn't smell of pee as a consequence of profound, concentrated, and reflective thinking, it did of disinfectants from thorough cleaning after which she would lie on the cold floor all curled up in recitals of two specific names and the life-mark mishaps that came upon her through one of them. And that was her favorite posture for the simple reason that she felt safer, more defensiv