The Labarinthian Project

Chapter 3

Five Months Later

"Good bye Helen!" I exclaimed to the lady in the room next to the one I had been staying in. "Good bye sweety! " she siad with a smile.
She had strangely got amnesia a few years before and was sent there for help. She was doing better and was planning on leaving a few weeks after me. I walked down the white halls , saying good bye to all the people i had come to know.
I eventually reached the front office and siad my last good bye to the receptionist who sat at her desk.
Then i stepped outside. A cold breeze ran through my thin tee shirt as i stared at the sign that labeled the building.

Manhattan Psychiatric Center

I had been sent there after my "Dungeon Incident" and was asked a lot of questions, then given pills to help me (Although they never told me what they actually helped my with) and made me stay for regular check ups.
I was diagnosed with Amnesia (because of my lack of memory of any thing previos to the dungeon) and Dillusion disorder, the mental illness of not being able to tell real things from imagined things.
After the third month of my stay , I started to lie about my memorys of that strange place, just to get out.
Dont get me wrong, it was a nice place. The people where kind as where the doctors (who where probably releived on some days because i rarely argued with them, as i heard others do) but the place had an errie feeling to it and made me feel like i was a criminal.
I walked down to the bus stop that stood near the hospital. As i sat and waited for the bus to come, i listened to the cars go by.
Eventaully the bus came and drove me as close as they could to my apartment.
The hospital told me they would pay for my rent for the first month only and i would have to continue payments afterward .
Before i was allowed to leave , they gave me my last mental and physical test, so by the time i got home i was really tired.
I layed down on the soft bed in my room and slowly fell to sleep.

BANG BANG BANG
I woke up to banging on my door. The person who was doing the banging would not stop doing so until i answered the door. When i did, all that was there was an envolope.
I opened it and looked at the letter inside.
This is what it siad:

Dear Mister Alexander (or Alec if you perfer),

We know that today is the day you are finally freed of the grasp of that hospital. We also know that you had expieriances with the Labyrinth ( or dungeon as you called it) . We have to. We are corgilling inviting you to a project to uncover the secrets of the Labyrinth. You will be payed a salary for your work on this project.

Sincerly , The Labarinthian Project Team