Insanity

Running for so long, trying to escape from the many problems. To the point where nothing makes sense anymore. Trying to break free from the many unanswered questions isn't an option. Turn around to realize that you are blocked by the walls of agony. Feeling so cold, so alone and that no one really bothered to care hurts the most.

Once you had felt so alive, it feels so much like an untouchable dream now. Fallen into an abyss of despair like an angel's wings that were brutally pulled out. Being ridiculed every single day, thrown around like an unwanted toy. Living had turned into a nightmare that one could not wake up from. Torments that surround the heart had seemed to increase by the day…

Fragments of broken promises remained in memories that could not be erased. Being rejected was still the worse of all.

Sakuno, wait for me.

She wanted to kill herself for being so foolish to believe the sentence. Who knew after the next few years he could just easily forget it like dust that was swept away in the wind? Tears just couldn't relieve the hollow, dark hole which was growing in her heart.

Pills after pills she had taken. It tasted horrible yet they still make her eat. Didn't they know how disgusting it tasted?! It was extremely bitter and sour. People who visited her either shook their heads or ran out of the room crying after seeing her. There was nothing wrong with her, is there? Who were they? She can't seem to remember even though she had racked her brains.

Years after years she waited for him. 10 years. 20 years. There was still no sight of him. Then, suddenly a TV announcement shocked her. He was married. Why? Is it just an infatuation? She turned depressed from that day, refusing to eat. Many told her that he was not worth it. Then came a day when he died from a plane crash. Fans from all over the world mourn for the lost of a great tennis star. However she was torn apart by two feelings. To mourn or celebrate? She chose the latter. He deserved it anyway. He should have died long ago. Sakuno started laughing manically.

Nurses or what they called themselves will come rushing into the room soon. But she continues with her mad victory song. She did not want to care, it just hurt too much.

She was in a lunatic asylum.