One of them?

In the private psychatric ward of I.H.B.A.S. one can watch tv, play badminton or chat with sisters (not the real ones, he!he!) for entertainment. Adolscent of my tastes often just watched tv. The volume is restricted to 20 for the patient's comfort in the rooms nearby the hall, where the tv has been setup. But the volume is inaudible on the bench placed in front of the t.v., partially due to the harsh humming of the water cooler placed nearby. So, I usually prefer to stand in the front of t.v.
Few days ago, I was watching first installment of the newest Batman series. After an hour, an another young man entered from the hall's front opening. He was fair, had a bearded face and physique as similar as mine. He came up to me and asked,'' Which ward is it?''
'' Psychatric Private Ward '', I answered. '' Where is the neurology ward?'', he asked again. I said,'' I don't know?''
'' What are you in for? Depression and anxiety?''
'' Nope ! Psychosis.''
'' I am in for depression and anxiety.''
'As I care', I thought. I got tired standing and sat down. He sat beside me.
'' So, What do you do? Study?'' He was drunk, I could smell his breath now.
'' Yes and you?''
'' Study, too. B.Tech in XY College.''
'' I am doing it in YZ University.''
'' So, they keep all type of patients in this ward? Voilent, too?''
'' I don't know. You should check out with the nurse.''
Turning to T.V., he said ,'' What the fuck? You should watch 'Iron Man 2'.''
'' They don't put new movies on the t.v.'', I said.
'' New? Huh? It's three weeks old.''
Then he leapt and ran away, all of sudden. Strange fella, he was.
Today I saw him again. Now, I have the doubt that he is one of the stalkers.

Let's play - '' What is Prashant doing ? ''

It's an interesting game invented by her. Ever since I proposed her, the question 'What is Prashant doing ?' remains in her mind all the time 24*7 . On the contrary, I sometimes think 'What can be done alongwith her ?' (Lovers do things together, don't they ?)
The game is addictive, I can assure you that. If I can count you in, then you would have to learn the rules and regulations of this game ( in-between, I'll keep telling you the inside glitches, too ;-) )
Rule # 1- Assume that most of the time Prashant is crying. (Glitch - Nobody, no matter how melancholic can do that)
Rule # 2- A heavy sigh is a perfect sign that Prashant is crying inside. (Glitch - Sighing is one of my habits)
Rule # 3- Watery eyes with a fixed face means Prashant is weeping a bit. (Glitch- Everytime I drink water, my eyes become watery and my face has natural deceiving habit of crying)
Rule # 4- Staring constantly at one place means he is thinking about her. (Glitch- Empty staring literally implies deep thinking)
Rule # 5- Flipping pages means he is studying. (Glitch-Contrary, I flip pages when I am confused)
Rule # 6- He shares most of his secrets with his brother. (Glitch- I never never never want to do that)
Rule # 7- He listens to everything you say. (Glitch- Does it really matters ?)
Rule # 8- Each gulp means he is listening to what stalkers say. (Glitch- Gulping is a habit)

Escape

Around 10, I was about to leave for my sister's. Long route buses are only available at nights, my sis lives nearby. Among the vast number of them, on the bus stand, I was searching wildly for that particular. Failed, I sat in despair in the waiting room. Then she came and said if you wanna go with me, show me your crying face. Stupid, I thought. I was angry, anyone would be on such an absurd request. I wanted to run away from her. Angry, I boarded the bus for one of the long routes (Delhi to be precise). I cursed her all the way long because she is so dumb and prejudiced, I didn't expect that from her. I slept halfway but they kept on following, I didn't want them to, but they did !
The Delhi metro station opened around 5:30 am. I bought a ticket to random station because I wanted to go to that place where she can't reach. Inevitable to her, she still followed. What has happened to her !!! Can't she figure out that I am done with her. I am not part of her life no more.
Frustrated, I slit my wrist and took the bus home hoping limelights of the big city would attract her and keep her away from me. But, no sir ! Not at all 'I will breath the air you do.' Exasperated, I made 15 more cuts on my wrist with the piece of glass I found in garbage. She was watching all this and to my astonishment, she laughed. She was happy to see me suffer and I felt sorrow. In my opinion, making somebody happy is what spreading love is called.
I still wanna die and she is still making fun of me. I am sick of her psycho behavior. Tell me how to get rid of her?