“Let me out, you bitch!” I screamed, throwing myself at the door.
1. “Dude, that’s your mom.”
1A. “I don’t care. She’s keeping us here. *Starving* us.”
1B. “She doesn’t want you going out, finding your own brains, possibly killing a family with small children.”
1C. “You *have* been playing a lot of video games lately. Maybe she has a legitemate reason to worry.”
2. The nurse turned her head. Her eyes met mine. The lipstick red slash of her mouth curled up.
2A. I felt a cold chill. I was never going home.
2B. “Go back to bed. You’ll get your meds in an hour.”
2C. Her uniform was pristine, either a perfect recreation of an old-timey nurse’s uniform, or an expensively maintained original. It sent a chill down my spine to see it. What kind of person had kidnapped me? Where was I?
3. Everything had gone wrong. I should have turned the job down the minute I got those first details.
