“I’ll… I’ll show you the recreation room if you want to,” he stuttered. “It's ok, Trey,” his mum seemed have regained her composure though up close, she looked tired. “You could always draw me some other beautiful painting at home.” Trey’s so relieved when the long corridor ended, and they had reached the large mahogany door, which hold up opened by one staff. The corridor had already pressed him out of his breath, filled with the smoke of his mum’s disappointment. The door led to an open air front garden, abundant fresh air, a large green space, which he desperately needed right now. “This way, Ma'am,” The facility staff was all smiles when they walked past the door, “Your Bentley is waiting for you outside the gate, ready to leave at any time.” …show more content…
They both still all smiles when they walked out of the door and set their foot on the pebbles that ran around and divided the garden into two parts. The garden was filled with rose bushes, the spreading diosmas plants, and the palm trees. A serene garden which the only sound was only from dripping water flowing along the Romania sculpture and the birds chirping on the branch of the tree. Between the flower bush and the trunk of trees, numerous eyes were following him; they're the patients, his friends. He had used to their unspeakable thought, and this time their eerie silent meant a goodbye. If only he's not under the influence of the prescription drug, and he could feel something, he knew that he would feel sad right now. He'll miss the tranquility of this place, the freedom of time, and the sense of solidarity that came from a common for survival. They had walked past some patient before the corner of his eyes caught a figure of a scraggily bearded man who's leaning on one of the sculptures and fiddling with a shiny thing in his