Insanitarium

If you're reading this letter...

...it's because I've been committed

to an insane asylum.

I'm not crazy.

I just don't know what else to do.

My sister's mentally ill.

She has been

since our mother died.

Lily.

No. No. No.

F***! Somebody help me!

l'm calling about Lily Romero.

Look, like l told you,

we had her released to home care...

...under our family doctor.

You know, you're supposed to be

taking these things.

She's my sister.

l have a right to see her.

F***!

But now our worst nightmare

has come true.

Lily's been committed

to a mental institution.

She's become a ward of the state.

The doctors can do

whatever they want to her.

This letter's my insurance policy.

The only way I can save her

is to get her out.

No. No.

And the only way to get her out

is to become one of them myself.

-F***.

-Don't touch me.

The monsters.

Monster of the anti-matter.

Don't touch me!

Don't f***ing touch me!

You think you have all the answers.

-No, no, no!

-lmmediate medical response.

You can't touch me!

Calm down. Hey!

Hey, hey.

Look at them. Look at them.

l'm not the destroyer.

Easy. Easy.

l'm falling down.

You're gonna be okay.

Come on, guys.

We need to immobilize his legs.

Hang on, it takes a few seconds.

Bastard clocked me.

Take him up to Med-Psych.

They'll know what to do with him.

Gotta clean your ass too.

Couldn't wait till after my shift

to freak the f*** out?

Goddamn.

You smell like sh*t.

You sh*t yourself?

Hello there. l'm Dr. Gianetti.

Can you tell me what happened?

Do you have a name?

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack jump over the candlestick

Jack.

Good.

Let's call you Jack from now on,

shall we?

Can you get Charles in here?

We're not gonna get much more

until these sedatives wear off.

l'm gonna take care of you.

Help you.

He stole my instructions.

This place gives me

the heebie-jeebies.

Just breathe.

Gotta wear your seatbelt tonight.

You got celebrity neighbors.

You see that dude?

Mark Gibbon Hawthorne.

That's the guy who choked

all those girls in Oregon.

Kept their corpses

in this greenhouse.

F***ed them for weeks

after they were dead.

Buried them right on the spot.

Sweet dreams, Tinker Bell.

Oh, hell, no.

Not on my shift.

His hand!

F***ing son of a b*tch.

You bite your lip to trick me in there.

You know he's gonna fry your ass

when he hears about it.

Why are you telling me that?

l don't know.

-You shut up.

-l forgot.

Hey. You.

l saw what you did.

You told him.

Do you know how long

l've been in here?

There's no smell in here.

Did you notice?

l was gonna go outside.

To where things grow.

To the sunshine.

But you ruined that.

You told him.

-l didn't do anything.

-You told him.

-You told him!

-Just leave me alone!

Shut up!

Shut the f*** up! Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Jack.

Jack.

Hello, Jack.

Can you hear me?

He's in shock. Let's get him up.

Judging by the angle of incision,

these cuts were self-inflicted.

ls that true, Jack?

That you did this to yourself?

l don't know. l don't remember.

Don't remember

or you don't wanna remember?

l don't know. l'm not this mystery--

You're the destroyer.

l'm anti-matter.

Better keep an eye on him.

There's more to this case

than simple schizophrenia.

Put him on psych ward.

l'll check him out

after l've done my rounds.

l'm sorry, l just wanted to touch him.

Just wanted to smell his skin.

l understand, Mr. Hawthorne.

lt's your instinct.

The Orpheum brings your feelings

up to the surface...

...so l can see them better.

So l can make you well.

Home sweet home.

This is Jack.

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