[ WP ] A story from the perspective of someone not in their right mind

`` What are you saying?'' I asked. 
 
 `` I'm saying the next time she comes in, you should spit on her.'' He smiled in his usual wicked way. `` Spit on her. It'll be funny.'' 
 
 I pondered it for a moment. The woman had always been so kind to me. She fed me. Sometimes she would come in and read to me. He always wanted to prank her somehow, though. He always told me to do this and do that to her. I almost felt bad the one time I kicked her in the shins, but his laughter had made me feel better. Or had it been me laughing? It was always hard to tell. She never was upset, though. She was always so kind to me. 
 
 `` Well? Are you going to do it?'' 
 
 I looked at him. How long had he been here? Weeks? Months? 
 
 `` I do n't know. Maybe.'' 
 
 The door unlocked. She stepped in through the doorway. She was dressed in a nurse outfit. She was always dressed in a nurse outfit. 
 
 `` Mark? Were you talking to him again?'' 
 
 I glanced to his direction. He was looking at me eagerly. He wanted me to do it. Oh, he wanted me to do it badly. 
 
 `` No ma'am. I promise.'' I always told her no. 
 
 `` Are you sure? I heard you talking, Mark.'' She always knew when I was lying. I stood up and approached her. She did n't cower away. She did n't move. She never did. I spat right in her face. She did n't flinch. 
 
 `` Mark... do you want to hear your story?'' She took a napkin out of her pocket and wiped her face. She was never upset. 
 
 `` Yes ma'am... I'm sorry. He told me to.'' 
 
 She smiled sadly. `` I know, Mark. Here, sit down and let me tell you your story.'' I sat down and re positioned myself in the straitjacket. I looked back over at him, but he was gone. He always left whenever I did what he asked me to do. I still heard his laughter, though. 
 
 I always heard his laughter.
