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follow me into the bathroom. He does not leave secret
messages in my notebook.
I’m beginning to wonder if I imagined everything he said to
me.
I need to know if something has changed. I need to know if
I’m crazy for holding on to this hope blossoming in my heart
and I need to know what Adam’s message meant but every
day that he treats me like a stranger is another day I begin
to doubt myself.
I need to talk to him but I can’t.
Because now Warner is watching me.
The cameras are watching everything.
“I want you to take the cameras out of my room.”
Warner stops chewing the
food/garbage/breakfast/nonsense in his mouth. He swallows
carefully before leaning back and looking me in the eye.
“Absolutely not.”
“If you treat me like a prisoner,” I tell him, “I’m going to
act like one. I don’t like to be watched.”
“You can’t be trusted on your own.” He picks up his spoon
again.
“Every breath I take is monitored. There are guards
stationed in five-foot intervals in all the hallways. I don’t
even have access to my own room,” I protest. “Cameras
aren’t going to make a difference.”
A strange kind of amusement dances on his lips. “You’re
not exactly stable, you know. You’re liable to kill someone.”
“No.” I grip my fingers. “No—I wouldn’t—I didn’t kill
Jenkins—”
“I’m not talking about Jenkins.” His smile is a vat of acid
seeping into my skin.
He won’t stop looking at me. Smiling at me. Torturing me
with his eyes.
This is me, screaming silently into my fist.