(Inspired and adapted from ‘She, Myself and I’ by Emma Young:D)

To me, Hospital is prison,

To them, Hospital is hope.

To me, Outside is freedom,

To him, Outside is most.

Who am I?

I am Rosa.

Who am I?

I am Sylvia.

Who are we?

We’re two of the same person.

But who are we?

Not the same person.

In the hospital, I’m trapped.

Outside, I’m a girl on the bench.

In the hospital, he feels regret.

Outsid...

As my eyes blinked open, I felt this slight sharp pain on the back of my head. The surroundings were blurry, and I could hear slight muffled voices at the front seats. I rubbed my eyes gently, but it was still quite blurry. Just black shadows cast at the front and yellow lights shining into the car. I tried to look around for a sign of glasses, and there, on the other seat, sat a pair of black gla...