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A smile plays at my lips as I realize what my brother must have planned.
There is, in fact, information on Ortega's location. It's just that there are…several locations. He's giving it to me, but he's definitely not making itthateasy.
I quickly take my phone out, taking a picture of the list of locations before getting ready to leave. Curiosity gets the better of me, though, and I can't help myself as I search my own name in his database.
Immediately, an entire list of documents shows up. Medical records, pictures and even videos.
Before I can help myself, I click on some of them, seeing things that I already know, like the state of my health when I'd been rescued from thehacienda, or my subsequent medical reports.
What piques my curiosity even more are my psychological reports. Clicking on that folder, I see a series of videos, which from the thumbnail imply they had been taken while I'd been locked up in that mental facility.
Though all my memories before the fire are crystal clear, the time I spent in that institution is muddier. Maybe it's from all the drugs that I was forced to take, but I only remember a fierce desire to forget, and an even stronger one to die. Luckily, I'd chosen the former, or I would not have been here today.
I scroll through a few of them, choosing to play one at random.
Immediately, the video takes up the whole screen, the date on it suggesting it had been taken about a monthafterthe fire.
I was skin and bone, my pallor so pale I looked like a ghost. My eyes were sunken in, my cheeks hollow. Overall, I looked dead, yet alive.
"How are you feeling today, Noelle?" A man's voice resounds from behind the camera.
I turn ever so slightly, pinning him with my gaze as I merely raise a brow.
"You tell me, doc. How am Isupposedto feel?" I ask sarcastically, though my expression is devoid of any feeling.
"I see you're still as belligerent today. I don't think this is going to work," he sighs. "Your brother is coming to see you this weekend and I'll have to update him with my findings."
"Really? And what will you tell him?" I tilt my head to the side. "Let me guess, that I'm a danger to myself and to society and that I should be locked away.Forever."
Slowly, I smile.
"That…" he mumbles,afraid.
He isn't visible in the video, the camera filming from his direction. But his vocal cues tell me everything I need to know.
"That is correct," he clears his voice. "I'm going to share the results of your psychological exams and I will give him my professional opinion, which, as you have guessed, is that youneedto be institutionalized."
My smile is still on my face—unwavering.
"The results of my psychological exams," I chuckle. "Tell me, doc. Exactly, how crazy am I?"
He doesn't answer for a moment, and the camera moves back a little, sign he's also backing away.
"I will be discussing these details only with your brother," the doctor relays just as he moves to leave, taking the camera with him.
There's a loud sound that comes from the video, and not two seconds later the camera drops to the ground. More distressed sounds and what seems to be a scream of pain before the camera recalibrates again.
Like being thrust into the past, I blink and suddenly I'm there, seeing everything with my own eyes.
The doctor is lying at my feet, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to stop the blood spurting from his neck. Dropping the sharp pencil I'd used to stab him to the ground, I grab the camera, turning it towards me.
"Hello, brother," I drawl, watching my reflection on the small screen of the camera. There are streaks of blood all over my face and hospital gown. "I think it's time for a tête-à-tête, don't you think?" I smile at the camera, madness written all over my face.
Slowly, I tilt the camera as I crouch on the floor, thrusting it into the doc's face as he's struggling for his last breath.
"See what you made me do?" I ask as I bring my mouth closer to the camera, imagining I'm whispering this in his ear. "He's one breath away from death. And he won't be the last," I snicker as I wrench the doctor's hand away from his wound, blood immediately pouring out and drenching me in the red liquid. "If you want to stop this—stopme—then you know what you have to do."
Kill me!
