you find a way to escape
You stay on your side of the room, knowing that if you go near her she
will probably leave without giving you anything of value, like a
crossword puzzle.
"Hey," you say in a calm normal voice. she looks at you
questioningly but doesnt show any signs of fear other than the usual.
"How long have you worked here?"
She opens her mouth and begins talking in a voice of uncertainty. You
know that voice, it is the voice of 'how weird, you dont sound
insane'. "Two months." she replies quietly.
"Why would anybody your age want to work in a place with 'crazy'
people." you ask, still comletely normal, genuinly interested.
"It's for, uh, community service. I have to serve 100
hours."
"what did you do?," you ask curiosly.
"Oh, nothing really, wrong place at the wrong time, twice."
You can't believe it, you've stooped so low as to chat away with one
of your captors. But this girl gave you the feeling that she could be
easily befriended, and that was one method you had not yet tried.
"Why are you in here?" She asked slightly embarrased."
I mean you dont seem-," he cut her off.
"Looney as a lark. Im not. You know how people are, they see
something they don't understand and the next thing you know their
institutionlizing you."
she smiles at you and her voice becomes low and conspiritorial.
"If you want out of here, I think I can help."
You are stairing at a wall in solitary when your door is slowly
cracked open, and in comes a young women, about twenty, wearing a
cleaning uniform and an ugly red cap. She smiles at you the way you
smile at a person who is in a mental institution, with a spark of
compassion and fear of the unknown.
