-Prologue-

"Miss. Macready, I brought you here to go over your progress and personal growth since your arrival here"

"Go on."

"It seems you have not achieved the amount of progress we hoped for. Quite honestly you haven't changed at all."

"Oh Really?" Retorted Mindy with a smirk.

"Miss. Macready, I have here a complaint that describes a verbal threat you issued to another patient."

"She told you did she? Why the little-"

"That's beside the point. This is the sixth complaint about you this year. This shows your lack of development. Leading us to assume this program isn't for you."

"Assume?"

"Need I remind you the incident that occurred between you and Louie last year? The man still refuses to get out of his cell. Thanks to that, he backpedaled to the way he was when he got here. We lost every bit of progress with him. "

"The fucker had it coming."

" I see. Unfortunately the state of New York no longer wants to pay for your treatment. You have made insufficient efforts, Miss. Macready. We will be releasing you from this facility friday afternoon. Five days from now."

"Oh, what a shame. I was just starting to get use to this place. Well then, it's going to be hard to break the news to the fellas back at the bin, but I think I'll manage, Mr. Ambrose." Replied Mindy in a sarcastic tone.

Before Mindy fully stood up to walk out of the room she was halted by Mr. Ambrose's hand gesture, indicating her to sit back down.

"Hold it. You didn't think that we would simply take off the handcuffs and allow you to roam New York again?"

"Uh...presumably." Mindy's eyes fixed suddenly onto Mr. Ambrose. Her head slightly tilted, and one eyebrow raised.

"The state of New York considers you as a...how should I put it? A "special" case. Granting them certain permissions. It's uncommon to have a case like yours."

"So what, execution? You're telling me they're collecting me friday to send me to death row?"

"Actually that is an option." replied Mr. Ambrose.

Mindy sat in silence.

"The other option is an entire new life."

"Elaborate."

"Relocation, Mindy. They take you somewhere where you will not be bothered. A new place to call home for you. You are appointed there by the state. "

"Tell me, Mr. Ambrose, where exactly is this place."

"Exactly? That is not to my knowledge."

"I feel like this is some form of banishment or exile."

"Harsh way at looking at it but you're not incorrect. However, seeing that we have such a wonderful system here in America, the decision is yours to make. If you need time to decide simply ask for it. If you choose to relocate yourself, someone from the state will negotiate the procedures with you."

"Exile or death. Any others?"

"I don't believe so."

"Well, in that case..."

Author's Note: Mindy is 20 years old in this. The idea I have in my head spawned from another idea. As I was drafting the initial plot, which was Mindy touring a place that was undecided, I remembered her being sentenced to the mental ward. I put them together and I'm now still constructing the major plot or the big picture. But I managed to build this Prologue. I intend for the rest of the story to be told by the point of view of Mindy. I hope I have obtained interest in my idea, and your feedback is most important and well appreciated.