Case 442

Running, running, running, circles in a dark room. Carpet worn in rectangular circle where the girl of fifteen has been running running running all night and all day for a week now. Mumbling to herself in the darkness, I hear her from behind the safety of the mirror-window, dimmed now on the advice of the head nurse. The monitors behind me glow an eerie blue, accompanied by the hum of the video recorders under the table. The red light flashes on and off and on and she is still running running running.