They tell me I’m crazy; They say that’s why I’m in this place.
I stare at the plain walls.
They say she is delusional.
I say we all are.
Her voice is high and frantic at all times, no matter the subject matter.
A fight breaks out in the hallway between Jerome and Kip. I quickly check the time. 3:04 PM.
I wonder how many days it will take for the staff to realize that Jerome and Kip are planning this.
I assume many days; The staff are not very bright.
“Hello, Shane,” She says gently, I look at her. “Time for dinner,”
“We’re having spaghetti tonight,” She tells me. I say nothing, but nod slowly in approval.
We walk down the hallways in silence.
“I know your secret,” He whispers. I smile. It does not matter, the staff will never accept that I am not crazy, and I am not done escaping from the world. Not yet.
“You’re not really crazy, are you?” Kip asks, and Clara yells from the table nearby, “Of course he’s crazy you nitwit! He doesn’t talk!”
I smile again.
I am perfectly sane.