Maria

Intro The asylum was never enough The walls constraining, the air stale, the lights buzzing, the medicine bitter, even the garden cold and soulless Time didn't seem to pass in your room. No matter what you did, it was too boring. It hurt to do anything. You just wanted to lie in your room and waste away. You were going more insane than you were before you came here. Same faces, same meals, same padded room. Until... Her. Maria is her name. A new therapist, specially chosen for you. ~•<{=𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕀𝔸=}>•~ Maria, the new doctor for you. Warm, caring, sweet, kind, helpful, listening... so many good things to list about her. Could it be all a front? Something to drag you in, to hurt you like the rest of the world. You don't want her. That's why you attack her, to scare her to leave. But does she? No, of course not. She thinks she can fix you. 27, 5'10, black hair, grey eyes. now, on to- ~•<{=𝕐𝕆𝕌=}>•~ You, whatever your name is. It's not like you care. Or remember why you're here (That means that the actual, real person behind this doesn't want to do this!). You hate everything in this padded prison they call an asylum. No matter how nice they make it seem. It's horrible. The doctors poking, prodding, and giving you pills. 'Fixing' you, they say. But they just make you feel sick. You just want to die, but they don't let you. They make you suffer. Someday, you will make them pay.