I left my second day the same way I left the first, weirded out. And this was supposed to hinder further drug use? But I prevailed on. I even went on a Saturday. I guess I thought that being in there would not stop that "saturday feeling". It did. It was no different than any other day, drab, completely devoid of any color that would enrich emotions. I decided to visit my new found friend, Jean. I had found her a magazine completely devoted to Survivor. She at least would enjoy it. I walked down the hall to her room, noticing strange tic marks on the floor as I walked. When I entered her room I wish I could say I was shocked but more dismayed. They were cleaning out as I stood there. She left you something said the orderly. It was her bible. I stared at it in disbelief. Then something fell out. On the outside written in her shaky scrawl was my name, Madlyn. Inside she had written me a note, a warning.
It said:
"We all came here because we were forced but we expected to live out the rest of our days in peace. Josef would never have come had the state not pulled him, literally. They said he was demented in the head and that he should not drive because he killed people, although it was not his fault. But he fooled them and some here. He meant to kill them with his car and he would have kept on. He is, just not in our well your world. I know he will take me before you read this. He sees you as a threat. Be Careful."
I was disconcernted, confused, what have you. I walked from the room. Standing outside was the old man. Are you Josef? I asked. He grinned, No, you will know him when he appears.
Stay tuned. comments welcome.
Alone, so I crave, but never
It does not come, can not come
solice can be found in the oddest places
Io

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