Granted. All movies have a wonderful happy ending. The news plays while you sit in your office chair checking in the new patients.
“And this weekend, Tomahawk has hit 3.5 million in the box offices upon release”
Intake hollers across the room, “Can you believe it? Michael Bays new movie is a real tear jerker. I just saw it with my girl this weekend! Beautiful beautiful ending” as he wheels in the 4th psych patient for the morning.
For being only 10am, it’s much busier that usual. But you shrug it off, chalk it up to the bitter cold from the winter. That always causes a lot more patients with Seasonal depression to stroll in.
Before walking to the back to grab your lunch and plan the group counseling for the day, you take a quick glance at the next patient in. You don’t believe it. It’s really liam neeson. Rubbing your eyes in disbelief, he’s gets wheeled in slowly.
He’s sits limp in his chair, clammy with sweat and eyes sunked into his face. He’s got a red tag on his wrist. suicide watch? Him? No way
You walk to the back shaking your head and can’t believe it. Now wouldn’t be the right time to ask for an autograph would it? The best movie out right now! THE-STAR sitting 10 feet from me and I can’t believe it.
“No” you think. I should let him adjust. You finish up lunch and plop back down on your chair, looking over the files for Mr. Neeson and the others while they walk in.
There. Before you sits a group of for some reason familiar faces, but you just can’t put your finger on it. You know Liam of course but why do the all look familiar? It clicks. You shout in your head,“It’s the guy from Ant man! Oh god what’s his name?? Oh and the girl from the movie about the sister pants your ex made you watch!!”
Each actor brandished a red tag, clamped to their wrists. It couldn’t be...
The monkey paw made all the movies have a great ending. However the actors from these movies became severely depressed post production. Slowly but surely, all actors became one hit wonders, falling into a deep depression after each film. Soon, there were no sequels to movies, as the actors would either retreat to their homes, never to be seen again or would lose them self to sadness.
Hospitals like yours began to fill with all kinds of actors and actresses. Even extras. All you can do is watch them come in. One red tag at time.