White Coats By Nick Perron Margret rushed to the closest alley way. As she was running she could no longer see the man behind her. After escaping the kidnappers’ prison she heard the alarm go off. She didn’t know why they brought her to such a horrible place. All the other victims called the place SHIFTI. When she had knocked out the guard and had escaped, all the other victims were pleading her to let them go. She would have if the man’s voice hadn’t warned her to get back in her cell. That was her cue to run. Now she heard the man’s voice again. It said, “Margret, get back here!” Margret took a quick left and jumped into a telephone booth. As she grabbed the telephone she called her husband. A recording stated, “This number is not in service. Please hang up and try again.” This was unusual. John, her husband, was a real stickler about bills. Lately though, he had been sleeping for days at a time. Ever since they had that fight. He also had this strange look on his face while asleep. Margret then called the police. “Hello, please state your name and emergency,” The voice stated in a bored tone. “Hi, my name is Margret Doors, and there is a big man in a white coat after me!” she said hysterically. “Margret Doors?” said the voice, “we will send someone out. As she hung up the phone she felt a wave of nausea. A tear ran down her cheek. She needed to be strong. The police would help her, she would go home and John would be awake, smiling at her. The sirens coming down the street brought her back to reality. She practically jumped out of the telephone booth and ran towards the sound. Just then a van pulled up. She instantly recognized it as the kidnappers’ van. “HELP!” she screamed. Then the police car pulled up, cutting the kidnappers’ vehicle off. The policeman walked out and grabbed her. “Thank you,” she sobbed. Instead of taking her to his car, he dragged her to the white van pulled up next up to the booth. On the side of the van it read Saint Helen's Institute For The Insane. As she was given an injection to put her to sleep, she thought of her husband, and why he hadn’t moved since she had shot him.