Before she knew it, her house, her children, and her dignity were gone, and she had nothing.
“Not abandoned or thrown away, just lost.”
They said it was for the good of everyone, that they were safe now, that she was now safe.
“What is left is a hole of space, sucking everything in and letting nothing out.”
Marie was never immune to sadness before it all happened. But at least, then, she wasn’t popping pills or banging her head against the wall.
“Once something is lost, everything else seems to follow.”
She was locked up in that place, the padded walls, the piss stains, and the indents of her nails on the door were the only decorations.
“But like everything else, life goes on.”
She had someone to talk to. Not her therapist, but other souls who have lost so much.
“Begin to build it back up again…”
She played board games, had friends, and didn’t scream in her sleep anymore.
“…and slowly, happiness will follow.”
Marie meeting her lawyer the next day. She will see her kids once again.