Chpater 128 : Mr Whimper's last words : I will be back!

Sitting at a small metal table in the psychiatric hospital's dining room, Brindle poked at the unappetizing breakfast on her tray. The room was filled with the murmur of other patients, some lost in their own worlds, others engaging in muted conversations of nothingness.

A group of three women, notorious for causing trouble, approached Brindle's table. One of them, a tall woman with unkempt hair, sneered down at her.

"Look at the little princess," she taunted, nudging Brindle's tray so the milk spilled over. "Too good for hospital food, huh?"

Brindle stared at her face and clenched her fists, trying to compose herself. But the second woman, short and stout, grabbed a piece of toast off Brindle's tray, stuffed it into her mouth, and laughed hysterically.

"Leave me alone," Brindle said, her voice low and trembling with anger.

The third woman, with a wild look in her eyes, leaned in close. "Or what? You'll cry for your mama?" she said with a laugh.

Brindle's patience snapped and she stood