Three weeks! The worst three weeks of my life! 

I'd been here for three weeks and I didn't know what to do or what to think about my situation. I was forced to have a daily consultation with a psychologist who looked like a dinosaur for being so old. Fear and sadness were constant feelings that consumed me little by little with each passing day and the thought of having been abandoned shattered my heart. 

I was so shattered that I only saw a pair of dull eyes whenever I looked in the mirror. So far neither my father nor Annick had appeared and I had already given up hope. I'd been in this situation once and it only took them a week to find me, so this delay was a confirmation that I had been abandoned here. 

So far my arrival here and their disappearance had remained a mystery to me. I had taken so many pills that my mind was lost within me and the voices, which had disappeared since my relationship with them got better, came back. But this time they were more intense and powerful, as if they had only been waiting for me to be alone again in order to attack. They knew I was weaker when I was alone than with them. 

During the consultations, I didn't say anything at all and I also didn't make any effort to be otherwise. I learned to ignore people's presence by observing some autistic people who were hospitalized here, although I didn't see the reason for it because they didn't hurt anyone. In my opinion, psychologists were useless people who see a mental disease as a puzzle that they must solve and nothing they tell me or do would make me reveal my secret. The secret I love with all my heart. It would be forever within me and if I told them, they would do anything to get him out of me and make me forget that he existed. 

"Mina! If you don't cooperate, I won't be able to help you!" Dr. Shin, my former psychologist, explained to me, visibly tired of my resistance. "You were starting to improve and from one day to another, you have isolated yourself from the world again. What happened to you that had affected you so much?" He asked as he was reviewing my exams. I didn't know why, but the entire hospital was apprehensive of my supposed behavior change and wanted at all costs to get an answer. I'd like to know too, but I didn't even know what he was talking about. I had spent the past months in Seoul and now I was here. Like him, I would also like to have answers, but neither of us would have them. 

"You can go." He dismissed me when another doctor entered the room. 

'The problem is that I was separated from the person who gave me strength to face the world. That's what has affected me!' I replied mentally as I left the office. 

"Does she still cry at night?" I heard Dr. Choi ask before closing the door. 

Just by thinking that the reason for my crying was miles away, I felt a tightening in my heart. It was at night when my thoughts were more intense. I didn't want to go back to that cold room that made me think of my insignificant crazy life, so I decided to go into the living room where all the patients came together. Since I was here, I still hadn't set a foot there. I thought it