CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-TWO : THE CHASE..

~GEORGE~ Just as the doctor had advised in Standstern, Ellen flew me out of the country and got me admitted to the therapy center for the betterment of my health. Although my health has deteriorated badly already and most times, I feel like I'm losing my sanity. Numerous times, I hear voices in my head and usual word that echoes is ‘Suicide' but the three times I made an attempt to drink a poisonous substance, the kids image flashed in my head and I began imagining their sadness when they find out about my death… and this succeeded in stopping me. Depression isn't a minor challenge as I'd thought it was. My first therapy session ended thirty five minutes ago and Ellen instructed that I await her arrival in the visitation hall. Most of us admitted to the therapy center seemed psychologically ill and the physical feature we all had in common was our unpleasant look except a few who looked normal like people that needed no therapy.. “You wore two different slippers, your shirt isn't