I had more I wanted to add to this scene, but it would take more energy and time than I have. So I left it simple and short. The month is almost over. Thank goodness! Writing something remotely postable every day has been hard. But thanks to you for reading.
Hannah was running when the Asylum went dark. She threw herself against a wall. Shouts and cries surrounded her. She had no idea what happened to Meredith. They’d run in opposite directions when Security appeared.
Catching her breath, she felt along the wall and discovered another door. Might as well, she whispered. By now picking a lock took no time at all. The door opened. This time Hannah didn’t wait for anyone to come out. Instead, she walked in.
No one answered. Dim moonlight cast a few shadows. The bed was empty. Hannah didn’t know she was in the room that belonged to the boy who’d gone up to the roof. She felt relief at finding an unoccupied room. Maybe she could take a moment to think.
She sat on the bed. Too late she realized the door was open. “Meredith?” But the bit of shadow Hannah could make out in the dark seemed too short for the nurse.
“You unlocked my door. Why?”
It was the old woman. Hannah was sure of it. “I thought you’d want out,” she whispered.
The sound of the old woman shutting the door didn’t comfort Hannah. The old woman had claimed to have a knife.
“You’ve let several of us out,” the old woman said. “Why?”
“Why should you not be out? Are you dangerous?” Hannah hoped she sounded brave, and wished she could see in the dark.
The old woman snorted. “Are you dangerous?” she asked.
“No,” Hannah said. “Not really.”
The old woman sighed. “That’s a shame.”