Lorie Akers

The Monologues of Margo McClain - Part 1

I came here alone. I snuck out and I walked the five miles to this pastel hellscape that is Westwillow Behavioral Hospital. To only be greeted by my father's car waiting in the parking lot with my father leaning on the tailgate. My father was always one for a good mystery, but this time, he knew exactly where I was going. After we silently glanced at each other, we walked into the hospital lobby together. Not uttering a single word.