Chapter 12

• I sat at the table near the corner. Some habits were hard to break. In the asylum, sitting in the corner allowed you to observe the rest of the room and not have to worry about someone coming up behind you. And, if there was a problem, everyone would rush for the door to escape, no one ran to a corner with no exit.
• Gold and glass tables were scattered throughout the room, with a long one between the two doors. I was fighting the urge to pull my legs up and hug them, but didn’t want to get the white cushioned chair dirty.
• I held onto the rubber bracelet around my wrist, so far there were fifteen people in the room, sixteen if the small redheaded lady running in and out were to be counted. I wasn’t picking up a single thought. Not one. I looked down at the cuff. I didn’t know what was so special about this thing, and I didn’t care. It was stopping other people’s thoughts from invading my mind.