I climbed into the director’s office.
He was shamelessly making out with a nurse in the dark.
I turned on the lights and stared at them expressionlessly.
The
The nurse let out a scream. The director frantically covered himself with a blanket.
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“Y–y–you…are you crazy?” he stammered.
I looked at him puzzled. “If I wasn’t crazy, why would I be in a mental hospital?”
I sat down in the leather chair in the center of the office and propped my feet up on the desk.
“Get me a new identity.”
The director flew into a rage. “What do you think you’re doing?! Giving me orders! You want to rebel?!”
I reached out and opened the venetian blinds. Outside was a camcorder, its red recording
it recorded.
It was a gift Ethan had bought me with his first month’s salary as a cop. High definition
even in the dark.
I had left it outside when I climbed in through the window.
“The movies they show in the activity room have been so boring lately,” I said, waving the
camcorder. “Should I give everyone this to watch instead?”
The fat on the director’s face trembled. “What…what kind of identity do you want?”
I thought for a moment, then turned to the nurse. “What was your name again?”
There were dozens of nurses here, but I remembered hers as the prettiest.
The nurse stammered, “R–Rachel.”
“Nice name,” I said. “I’ll take it.”
