She’s looking right through me, like she isn’t sure if I’m real, too. Any glimmer of life that I’d seen our first night of shared cigarettes has now been replaced by fear. That’s how they keep the crazies quiet in places like this. Remove all sense of surety and replace it with mismatched memories, which leaves nothing but a gut-wrenching fear of the unknown that patients can’t escape without the use of brain-numbing medications.
