Status I Never Wanted

In My Dreams

When I was found and I was taken by them back to the hospital. At first I didn't want to be taken by them.

Until they had no other choice, they injected me with the medicine, which I was unconscious for the next second. It finally made it easier for them to take me from there to the hospital.

After a few hours, the car stopped in the hospital yard. Then they took me back to my room and locked me up again.

And this is where I fell asleep because of the effect of the drugs that were injected into me. While in my sleep, I dreamed of seeing incident after event where I saw a little baby crying incessantly.

Which finally made me want to approach the baby, but when I wanted to get to him there was someone blocking me from meeting the baby.

There I saw the man, the man who had made me far from my second son whom I had never seen from the time he was in the world and the time I gave birth to him.

Yes that woman I saw in my dream. He won't let me get close to my son. Until it makes me want to go to him.

And not only that we fought each other out of anger. That made my son cry even harder.

We grabbed each other's hair, beat, clawed until we didn't care about our surroundings. And all we focused on was who should win and be able to get close to my son first.

Until the moment I wanted to kick that woman's leg. I woke up from my sleep and the target of the kick hit the nurse who wanted to see my condition.

Until the nurse fell down for not having time to dodge my kick. And finally the nurse sat on the floor and tried to normalize her surprise.

The nurse has injected me with the medicine back. But this medicine doesn't put me to sleep anymore. But this drug allowed me to control my anger.

I then saw the nurse. After that, I looked up at the sky - the sky of my room and pondered and recalled the dream.

A dream that almost brought me to my second son. Unfortunately, the woman had failed him.

The woman who had taken her son away from him and the woman who had caused him to have a psychiatric disorder.

The nurse then tried to get me to tell her about what I had experienced in my dreams.

But I don't want to tell her what I've been through in my dreams. Because it was something I had to keep so I could avenge his actions on me, which separated me from my son.

I don't want people to know what problems I'm having and I want to solve them myself. Until because it was too much thought that made me finally experience severe depression.

And often spoke to myself like I was scolding the woman and the man. Who took my son from me. The feeling of wanting to kill them I once thought of when I beat up a patient at this hospital the other day what I imagined was their face.

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