Mark's POV

'I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chopstick. I kissed a girl just to try it, I hope my boy-'

"Hello." I answered groggily due to just waking up. I didn't have any sleep because I was up getting the prescriptions for Agnes. According to the clock on the table next to my bed, it's 1:30 in the morning so whoever was calling had to have a good reason for disturbing me.

"Uh, Mark? It's Charles," ooooooookkkkkkkkk. I was about to tell him that I would talk to him when the sun came out and I was fully awake but something in his voice told me that it was urgent. He sounded... scared?

"What's wrong?"

"Um, look, I'm sorry for waking you up so late but its kind of an emergency and we need you." They need me?

"What do you need me for?" his next words shocked me.

"It's Agnes. She's gone out of control. She tried to escape the institution and one of the cooks are in the hospital. I've never seen her like this, i-its worrying me. I thought she was getting better but it doesn't look like it." I rubbed my hand across my forehead knowing I won't get anymore sleep tonight.

"What do you mean one of the cooks are in the hospital?"

"She stabbed him. In the eye and I really don't want anyone else entering the room right now except for you."

"Ok. I'm on my way." I hung up not giving him time to reply rushing out bed and changing. I didn't care much for how I looked. I just wanted to get there in clothes. I sped down the road skipping a few stoplights on the way. I wouldn't be surprised if I got pulled over but it wouldn't help at all. I reached the institution in 15 minutes running through the doors trying to get to Agnes as soon as possible. I basically ran to her room. I don't know why I'm so worried about her but I wasn't sure I wanted to find out. I reached her room to see Charles pacing talking on the phone to someone. He saw and pointed to the door. I used the badge they gave me to open the door. I thought it was pretty cool to have your own personal badge to open a steel door. As I opened the door, I was left wide-eyed at the beauty that was playing with her bear as if nothing happened. She was singing joyfully throwing up the bear and catching it again. She seemed so happy and carefree that it worried me. I closed the door behind me and walked towards her slowly. Her eyes shot to mine and she tapped next to her on the bed gesturing for me to sit while smiling. I did so and looked at her as she sang a familiar song. She kept singing while shaking her bear and she sounded wonderful. She was singing a song my mother used to sing to me as a child. It was called 'Mockingbird'. I never liked the song cause it freaked me out but she made it sound great. I was thinking of a way to talk to her without upsetting her until I heard a soft voice,

"I missed you." My head snapped to hers as I pulled my eyebrows in confusion. I now noticed that she stopped singing and was staring at the ground blankly.

"What?" I could've sworn I misheard her because last time I checked she wanted nothing to do with me.

"It gets lonely around here. It's kinda nice to have someone to talk to once in a while. I guess I missed that. Nobody really wants anything to do with a crazy person you know." She didn't look up at me. She laughed a bit at her last comment and bit her lips. All of a sudden I felt sorry for her. It was said that she was here almost her entire life and I can't imagine what that must feel like. She's never seen all those beautiful buildings and waterfalls. I'm not sure if she's ever seen a television.

"You know, if you just... you know, started being nice to people, you'd realize how great it is to have company."

"Right. And cars will fly," she said her words dripping with sarcasm. She finally looked up at me and whispered, "Do cars really fly?"

"What? No. Cars will never fly. Ever." She looked back at the ground again and mumbled something under her breath. We sat there in comfortable silence before she broke it.

"What's it like out there?" it was barely a whisper but I heard it clearly. I looked at her not expecting her to ask, "like...really. Tell me what it's like."

"It's... disgusting." She looked back at me with a shocked and curious expression. I chose not to tell her about the things that were really out there. About how beautiful the skies would look sometimes and how incredible it would look during spring. Instead I tried to get her mind off those things so she would stop feeling so eager to go out there. "I mean, it's muddy and all wet and soggy. And sometimes it would get so cold that you'd look..." I looked at her pale blank face not really knowing how to finish off without upsetting her, "sick." She kept her face expressionless. She stared at me as if trying to figure something out. After what felt like hours, she finally spoke.

"You know something Mark. You're no different from the others." I looked at her not really understanding what she was talking about. I know I shouldn't be shocked and curious but I also shouldn't be used to it. Sometimes she's happy and sometimes she's angry. I didn't know which one to get used to. "I mean seriously, I know I'm not the smartest person in the world but I'm not that stupid. I know what out there is like. I know about all the animals and trees because I was out there before in case you didn't know. I don't remember much but I do remember that it is beautiful. By far more beautiful than in here. So stop treating me like I'm stupid just like everybody else does." She was breathless by the time she finished her speech. I just stared at her completely dumbfounded. It never occurred to me that I was in fact treating her as if she's stupid. Of course she's been out there before but I didn't think that she would remember what it looked like. Sometimes I surprise myself with how idiotic I am.

"I d-didn't mean to... make you feel that way. It's just that... I-I didn't, you know, think that you r-remembered what it looked like." As always, she surprised me by smiling. I will never, and I mean never, get used to her behavior. She is the weirdest person I've ever met. I know I should be used to this sort of thing but I'm not. I've never worked with someone like her.

"Don't worry about it. To be honest I don't remember anything so it's fine."

"Why do you do that?" I just couldn't take it anymore. I needed to know what came to mind when she changed expressions like that. Her smile dropped and I immediately felt guilty.

"Do what?"

"Change expression like that?" she looked at her feet with a now sad expression. I had a feeling that I was partly the reason for her mood changes. She didn't say anything for a few seconds and when she did, I barely heard it.

"I don't know."

"Agnes, if you want to get better you have to talk to me. You have to tell why you do the things you do." She just kept staring at the her feet as she pointed it in different directions.

"Ok." I didn't expect her to be ok with it but now that she was I couldn't be more happy.

"Ok. So why don't we start with the cook that's in the hospital."

"I don't know. Maybe he had a heart attack or something."

"Agnes. Charles told me you stabbed him." If she didn't stab him I was going to have quite a talk with Charles. I hated having to accuse her of things like this.

"Charles. Everybody believes Charles, don't they. Whatever Charles says is true and Charles is always the good one." I looked at her with an expression that says 'I now know why you're in here'.

"What do you have against Charles?" she just remained quiet for a while.

''Nothing." Great. Charles seemed like a great guy to me. He was funny and playful but the way she talked about him made him see as if he was a bad person. Come to think of it, she even makes me feel that way sometimes. Maybe it's a normal thing for her.

"Why do you hate him?"

"Forget it."

"No, I want to kno-"

"I said forget it." She was upset. I could only tell that much. Even though she wasn't looking at me I could see an expression in her eyes that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I sighed knowing she wasn't going to talk about it anymore.

"Okay. Can you at least take these." I gave her the pills along with a bottle of water that was standing on a dresser. She didn't look at me as she took the pills and swallowed it without the water. I winced at the thought of how used she must've been to taking pills. I put back the water and left the room.