Chapter 15
by 
FreeUse92
What Object Do You Grab?
A Wild Playing Card
My eye was fixated on a spinning playing card. I don’t know why but I reached over and grabbed it while I was being sucked into the vortex. I turned the card around, and it was the joker card. The next thing I knew was darkness. I felt like I was being knocked out by anesthesia.
I felt groggy and opened my eyes. I was in a padded cell. My hands were folded into myself in a straight-jacket. For once something made sense in my life. I knew I had to be crazy after what I just went through.
The door opened. In walked an attractive blonde with thick black-rimmed glasses and her hair tied in a ponytail and was wearing a doctor’s coat. She looked annoyed as she stared at me. I smiled.
“Care to tell me how this got in my office?” The doctor asked me.
I stared at it and shrugged. I genuinely did not know what she was talking about. It was a note and a rose.
“The guards will be very interested to know you’ve been out of your cell,” the doctor said as she approached me.
“Where am I exactly?” I asked. “Why am I in here? Who are you?”
The doctor now genuinely looked curiously. She brought out her notepad and wrote. “Is this one of your games?”
“Games?” I asked.
“A trick or game you like to play. Forgetting who you are? Pretending you have amnesia?” The doctor asked scribbling.
“No, you are mistaken. I know who I am, I’m Adam Grant. I just don’t know who you are and how I got here,” I said and added, “Maybe they locked me up here after they shot me?”
“Adam Grant is it? Another one of your aliases? I’m not falling for it. You and I have had many discussions now, and you know why you are here. Now, why don’t you tell me your secrets or history or about yourself and I might not tell the guards you snuck out of here last night,” The doctor said.
I was here last night? I was sure I was at school last night?
“I don’t know what I can tell you? I’m Adam Grant. A student at St. Augustine Private School. I was shot and the next thing I know I’m in here,” I said.
She looked at me skeptically. “Well, we are making progress, but you are not a student. You are a psychotic criminal mastermind.”
I was?
“Can I have a mirror? Can you show me a mirror?” I asked.
“What why?” The doctor asked.
“A mirror,” I repeated.
The doctor thought to herself and left. She brought out a mirror. She turned it around, and I saw my reflection. I do not understand why, but I started immediately laughing. I couldn’t stop laughing. I was laughing maniacally.
What's next?
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Updated on Jun 11, 2026
by Cross C
Created on Aug 31, 2017
by SanctifiedVillified
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