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Our personal effects had been taken, including watches. The clocks dotting the facility were the only way we had to keep time.
“Me too,” I said.
Warren jogged ahead of us and spread his arms. He looked handsome in the deep foliage, like a Greek god of abundance. “There are cameras everywhere.” He pointed upward.
I didn’t look directly, but with a sidelong glance, I saw the shiny glass at the crook of a tree branch.
“But there are some corners they don’t get to. Holes in their vision matrix.” Even in his silly mental ward uniform, Warren carried himself as if he was entitled to the known universe. He stood with his back to an old oak. “Like here. Hole. Right here. They might find you if they’re walking around, but the cameras can’t see shit until they prune this shit back. Follow me.” Like the docent of sneaky spaces, he pointed out three more places where a patient couldn’t be seen by the cameras.
“But they know where the holes are, too,” Karen interjected. “If they see you go out of range, and don’t see you come out, they come and check.”
“If they’re paying attention,” Warren said. “Which is a crap shoot. Let’s go to the creek.”
We walked down a winding path. I heard cars speeding somewhere past a hedge, but it didn’t sound like a major road. The sound of moving water added to the white noise, and past a line of trees, we came to a swelling creek. A chain-link fence separated us from it.
“Is that PCH?” I asked, referring to the water. I followed them along the fence to a hole cut into it.
“Not even close.” Warren pulled the cut fence open. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
We crept through. Karen put her journal on a fallen tree trunk and kicked off her shoes. She rolled up her pants.
“Go on, sweetheart,” Warren said as Karen stepped into the water. “I’m sitting this out.”
“Why?” I followed Karen’s lead, rolling up my pants.
“The thing with my kid brother.”
“What thing?” I put my toe in. The water was ice cold, even in the sun, and the bed was made up of small, rounded rocks.
“I waterboarded him.” He said it as if he’d helped the kid color or taught him how to play a video game. “They catch me in water, and my dad’s gonna kill me.”
“If it’s morning, they can’t see much once you’re in the water. The lenses get condensation on them, and the cameras get wet. If it’s just rained, the leaves are heavy and block the cameras.” Karen held her hands out and put her face to the sky. “I love the holes.”
“If you’re ever looking for Karen,” Warren called from the edge, “check the holes.”
There was something freeing about not being seen by the hospital staff, but with Warren’s eyes on me, I didn’t feel safe.
“What are you looking at?” I said.
“You got Chapman?”
“Yeah.”
Warren craned his neck to see the clock at the top of the common building. “Next set of sessions starts in five.”
Fuck. I hopped out of the water and got my cold feet back into my shoes.
“You know how to get back?” Karen shouted, but I was already past the chain link.
eleven.
Doctor Chapman looked tired as he closed the blinds against the sun.
“Why did you stop me last time?” My feet ached from the cold water, and I was trying to hide that I was winded from the run over. “There was a good part coming up.”
“The session was over.” He glanced out the window and back at me so quickly, I might have missed it if the Adderall hadn’t made me hyper vigilant.
“Really?”
