Chapter 18:

XVIII | Someone Leaves

Something's Not Right

I've only run
100 metres

from the asylum gates

but I'm already

out of breath.

Must be because
I haven't been


for many years.

I need to catch

my breath.

I can't breathe.

I need to stop.

I can't feel my legs anymore.

I veer off
the natural forest path

where the branches
send jolts of pain

up my heels.

I'm in the forest.

I'm free.

But everything is burning.

I turn my head.
I shouldn't have.

The white figures are coming.

I see them

bursting out the front doors of the asylum
towards the tall iron gate

coming towards me
with ease.

Is there any point
in telling you now

how I got here?

There isn't much to it really.

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