Misunderstood Control

the plan

12:00 am, another all nighter. Loralie twiddled the card that Melanie gave her yesterday in her hand. “translucent hope hospital..” she whispered over and over. “damn it, what’s the fun if I don’t at least call.. right? Pull a little prank? Haha, yeah.” The 25 year old’s inner child came out to play. She sat up to get a closer view of the phone number, only to not find one. “eh? Jesus Christ what kind of business card is this?” she searched all over the card, and was about to call Melanie until she remembered she was on another date. She gave the card a frustrated glare, Until suddenly the address caught her eye. 468 lasnt parkway. Where was that? Had she been there before? No, she had never heard of that. Loralie wasn’t an idiot, and knew this was a huge red flag. But then again, there’s no point to life without any risks. It’s not like she had anything to look forward to anyways. “alright then, 2:00 pm it is. No going back.” She felt the adrenaline pumping already, stumbling out of her sheets to find something presentable to wear as a first impression. She laughed at the thought she wanted to impress a mental hospital, thinking about how she could mess with them. Little did she know the joke was on her.