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My name is Todd, but nobody here calls me Todd. Here they refer to me as Patient 64-928. I really wish they’d call me Todd. I have been here for seven months now. They do a lot of things I don’t like here. I don’t like how they keep asking me who Charlie is. Charlie always told me to keep my mouth shut, so that’s exactly what I do. I tell them I don’t know anything. I don’t like how they keep asking where Charlie is. It’s annoying. I don't like it here. They don’t believe me. I don’t understand how they know I’m lying. I feel as though it may have something to do with that uncomfortable machine they always hook me up to. They keep asking. They tell me it’s my fault, even though it wasn’t. I keep my mouth shut anyways. I didn’t kill her, Charlie did– why do they need me to explain everything?

I try to explain to them that Charlie has been around as long as I can remember. Even as a child, Charlie would compel me, convince me that I must do whatever he desired. I was not allowed to fail. I am afraid of Charlie. Charlie is evil. Charlie has no emotion. Charlie doesn’t care about anyone. Charlie’s the one that should be locked up here, not me. I am innocent.

Charlie knew I watched her. Charlie knew that I would watch her everyday from my apartment window. I knew when she would get up. I would watch her make breakfast. Her day-to-day routine was etched into my brain. She worked at a department building across the street, and I would follow her. Every few nights she would be accompanied by a new man who would spend the night and leave early in the morning not to return. I wasn’t jealous, because that would imply that I was in love with her. I wouldn’t call it love, or even admiration. It was more of an obsession than anything else. Charlie said it was perfectly normal to be watching her, studying her; I wasn’t sure I believed him, and now I know he was lying.

It wasn’t even my idea to begin with. It was all Charlie’s idea.

“It’s what we have to do,” He had said to me. “Todd, it’s what we have to do.”

I told him I didn’t think it was a good idea.

“Todd, listen to me,” He said. “Listen to me, Todd. You and I… we have to do this.”

Charlie has done other bad things, and he always says that to me. Charlie wanted to kill her. I remember him leading me into her apartment. I should have told Charlie to stop. I don’t understand why she kept begging for me to help her. I couldn’t help her. There was nothing I could do to save her. I just stared, gawking at her lifeless figure on the checkered tile floor. I didn’t bother to clean it up. I left and returned to my window, where I fell asleep to the sight of her sprawled body surrounded by a crimson puddle.

Now I am here. I don't like it here. They are making me kill Charlie. They say I need to kill Charlie. I don't understand. In my eyes, they are the same as Charlie.