The doctors thought he was better. Really, Nathan had just tired of telling them about his dreams, his fantasies. Nothing changed them, nothing made them fade or go away. Even looking at Dr. Reid's card didn't help much anymore. Really, what did it matter anyway if he killed a prostitute? They were trash, filth. He would be doing the world a favor if he killed them.
Nathan tipped his head up to bask in the sun as he stepped outside, a bag over his shoulder. He had been outside almost every nice day since being committed, but that was just in the courtyard, or with some musclebound orderly in tow to make sure he didn't hurt himself or anyone else. But now, he was free. If he wanted to stop in the middle of the sidewalk and feel the sun and the wind, no one was going to stop him. Swear at him, maybe, as they detoured around him, but no one was forcing him to move.
His mom was waiting for him, but even she wasn't forcing him to move. Nathan didn't care. She'd have plenty of time to fuss over him later. He was going to savor his first moment of freedom, whether she liked it or not. Finally, he started walking towards the car. It would be nice to get home, too, he supposed. See what had changed, see what was the same. He wondered if the whores still worked the same areas they had when he was fifteen and first starting to watch them.
He'd find out.