The man from earlier came into the room. He said, "Hello Anna. I didn't introduce myself to you earlier, did I? I'm Dr. Harrison."
I just stared at the wall.
"I haven't heard your full story until just then," he said. "Wow. You really are a 'Crazy Girl'."
"I am not crazy!" I yelled at him.
While I was sitting there calming myself from my recent outburst, I noticed that the poorly trained guard had gotten in a hurry and did not properly tighten my hand cuffs. My hands slipped out with little effort. Then, a glistening metallic object caught my eye. A pen... A pen that the doctor carried in the front pocket of his coat. In a split second, I lunged and grabbed the pen, and with one fast, upward motion, I stabbed the doctor in his neck. As he lay there bleeding to death, I hurried to the nearest bathroom, shut and locked the door.
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Crazy Girl (Short Story)
القصة القصيرة"I heard sirens. I ran. They followed. After a brief chase, I was cornered. My only option to save myself was to use the pen that was still in my hand. As I lunged for the cop's throat..." Read the whole story to find out what happens to 'Crazy Girl...
