Tucker Cummings

Chapter 257: Listening or Hallucinating

In Uncategorized on September 14, 2011 at 12:56 am

I press my ear up against the door every afternoon at 3, hoping to overhear some vital piece of information. I still don’t understand what they want from me, what the drugs they’ve been treating me with are meant to do, or how I will manage to break free from this place.

Two days ago, I heard nothing.

Yesterday, I heard nurses murmuring about “other patients” and “morgue overflow.” That chilled me.

But today. Today. I am certain that today, at last, I heard something important. The unmistakable sound of my own voice.

There is another Margery here.

I must find her.

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