Chapter 59: Chapter60 The outside walls know my name now
It started with a blog post.
Written by someone I hadn't spoken to in years.
Someone who said nothing when I broke…
but apparently remembered everything.
---
> "I knew her before the silence."
"She was thunder in soft skin."
"And we all let them convince us she was a storm to be managed."
---
They didn't use my full name.
But they didn't need to.
People knew.
The way you know a fire by the warmth in the air.
---
The post went viral overnight.
A million reads.
Comments like sparks.
Some disbelief.
Some rage.
A few with apologies too late to matter.
But it didn't feel like exposure.
It felt like a signal flare.
---
By the next morning, the staff looked different.
Not the uniforms.
The eyes.
Worried.
Tight.
The kind of fear you only wear when your secrets are now someone else's story.
---
Dr. Marek didn't call me in that day.
For the first time in months, no sessions.
No clipboard.
No tests.
No "progress checks."
---
Just silence.
And that silence wasn't mine anymore.
It was theirs.
---
I walked the hall like I owned it.
And maybe, for the first time, I did.
Because I knew what they knew:
> My words were no longer caged in rooms and notes.
They were out there.
Breathing.
Burning.
Becoming gospel.