A Patient

I glared at the paper. It was official. The world had gone mad. For the first time I was thinking of moving to another country. Correction Facility? Absolutely mental.

I didn’t even want to know what this place did. Even worse it was only for guys. As if girls didn’t need fixing themselves. I scoffed and threw the paper out my window. It wasn’t like I needed whatever else was on there.

When I got to my house I was confused by the vans in the street. All were white and windowless. There seemed to be one for every single house in the neighborhood. I stayed in my car as I watched in confusion.

A guy in black clothes walked up to my car and knocked on the window. I hesitantly lowered it. Just enough for his voice. “Jim Luster?” I nodded slowly.

“What’s this for?”

He smirked. “You’ve been administered to Facility G. Please come with us peacefully, we have ability to use **** if required.”