Chapter 20

Emily can't stand the way they look at her. She knows that her eyes reflect what's going on inside her soul, and she doesn't think it's a good idea for someone to take a look inside. Your soul is inflated with disgust and shame. If only there was someone to sweep the bones she hides under a carpet, maybe things could be better. A long time ago she was convinced that they can't help. They can't drive away nightmares, let alone erase your memory. They never listen to her, so she promised never to try to talk again.

She can't stand to be touched. Emily hates all those who wear white coats, because, at first, they put her inside machines with blue lights and told her to be quiet. The sound of hammers hitting an iron bar painfully penetrated his head, while the doctors wrote down what was going on in his brain. Now they ask you difficult questions. They try to force her to speak, even though they know she is incapable of it. They turn on a camera in the background of a cold room wi