"I want to be alone." I say, pulling the damp bed sheets over my head.
"Of course," Lester whispers, a sad expression on his face. He begins fiddling with his tie. "Boss." My face must have displayed my disgust because he corrected himself in an instant. "Andrew."
"Don't play with me anymore." I mutter while he turns toward the door. He pauses and looks over his shoulder, still looking very sad.
I look at what the prisoner had written on the notepad she had grabbed. RUN, it said. I look up at her questioningly, her eyes staring into mine, fear evident in them. I hear Chuck's footsteps approaching and I tear off the piece of paper, stuffing it into my pocket.
"I told you, Teddy. It would be the end of you." Dolores whispers inbetween tears.
"You killed them... I should've listened to you." I say, replaying the horrifying images of our dead children in my head.
"Don't... Please, Ted-"
"Andrew." I correct. "My name is Andrew." Her face softens even more, tears flowing down her face.
"I'm so sorry." She whispers. "I never meant to hurt you."
"I'm sorry, too." I say in a much louder voice, a maniac's grin spreading across my face. "But I can still kill him, baby."
The next morning, Andrew Laeddis was found hung in a lighthouse on 'Shutter Island' (located in Boston Harbor). Left behind were two notes, one only saying "RUN" in all capital letters, the other reading "This place makes me wonder - is it better to live as a monster, or die as a good man?". Source(s) - Boston Daily Newspaper, article by Dr. Lester Sheenan.