“I don’t know what you’re so afraid of,” said the face on the television, speaking directly to me. And not in that breaking the fourth wall sort of way.
“I’m not doing it,” I answered.
“You’ll feel better. You’ll be able to do as you please.”
“They’ll come and get me. They’ll put me away, and that’s if I don’t get the chair.”
“Nonsense,” the face countered reassuringly. “They’d never prove anything. Come on. You have everything to gain.”
I said nothing for a moment. I found myself looking down the hall, towards the doors behind which the children slept.