I don’t know but I guess there’s something wrong around here. As I walk back and forth inside my room, thoughts too preoccupied that I almost forgot to take a bath on this day. I took a quick shower and wrapped a white towel around my body. I slowly swallowed as I opened my door slightly to take a peek again.
There was silence.
I observed even more. I can hear the slightest movement of the wheelchair as the door opened from Mrs. White’s room. It was as if being pushed in the gentlest manner without getting busted, whoever that is. He was wearing one of the guard’s uniforms but I don’t know why I am in full doubt. I tiptoed from behind him, almost following where he’s heading to, as he pushes Mrs. White’s wheelchair where Mrs. White is sitting right now.
I noticed he seemed to look from
