Chapter 35 The Mind Is A Weapon

• ZOE
• I don’t know what day it is. I don’t know if it’s night outside or if the white light in this place is a form of punishment. The only thing I know, with the certainty of someone losing herself, is that my mind no longer fully belongs to me.
• Doctor Red doesn’t torture with screams or whips. He doesn’t need to get his hands bloody to destroy you. He works silently. With surgical gloves. With immaculate coats. With a red notebook where he writes down each one of my cracks. He rewrites. Inserts phrases like blades between thoughts. Sometimes they are just loose words, sentences that seem innocent but pierce me from the inside.