I might lose my mind for a while but I’ll be fine. There is this thing that heals and its called time. Clock can tick away and happy will fall into place.
It has been weeks since Lucy has arrived. My days are getting brighter and shorter as I got closer to her. We mostly talk about how is life outside before we were put in here. I ask her the questions and she answers me as best as she can.
“How has the world change since two years ago?” I ask her.
“Not much,” she says with a shrug but then lights up like a bulb. I raise one eyebrow at her.
“Don’t you want to see it for yourself?” I look at her dumbfounded. There is no possible way out of the labyrinth like asylum.
How?, I ask her. No one has ever done that.
“I’m planning on starting a fire and when the fire alarm rings, our cell door will automatically open and when that happens, we find our way to the goddamn exit of this place.” She says to me with so much conviction and I want to join her of her plan. She holds me by the shoulders and look at me straight in the eye.
“You’ll be finally free.” My body freezes and burns all at the same at the mention of my freedom.
I’ll be finally free.
I run her plan in my head and realize one thing.
“How do you start the fire?” She winks at me.
“I have my ways Bea. So, are you in?” Her eyes light up with excitement and longing for the same thing I do and that’s freedom. I finally nod, as excited as she is with the idea of freedom.
“How do you even know where this goddamn exit is?” Lucy says nothing but gives a knowing smile in return.
Leave it to Lucy to come up with an escape plan when I have been here for two years. I shake my head and stifle a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” She asks. I smile and answer with another question.
“When will this fire start?” She pauses to think before answering me.
“You’ll know when you hear the fire alarm.” I sigh and move to sit in my corner.
“Now, we wait.”
Someone is shaking me, waking me up. I can hear Lucy’s voice telling me to wake up. I must’ve fallen asleep waiting for the fire alarm to ring. I groan out loud and open my eyes.
“Now’s our chance to escape,” she tells me.
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Mental
AdventureBeatrice Cunning is crazy. Well, she’s technically a Schizophrenic but still. When she and her friend escape from the mental asylum, she is thrown into a chain reaction of events leading up to the day she will learn something that will change her cr...