Crazy

Engraved in her brain, engraved in her chart. ‘Danger! Experienced workers still need orderlies when interacting. A danger to herself and others; limited interaction. Release Date: Permanent resident.’

They keep her in chains, with a mask on her face.

‘She spits and bites, only allow the mask and straight jacket off for meals and shower.’

They fixed the room. She has a mattress, although it matches the rest of the room; padded.

She swears she didn’t do it. She knows that while she is here, He is out there.

'Delusions and hallucinations of a tall man with all black clothes.'

She had seen Him following her.

'Believes this man is watching her.'

She had seen Him leave while they dragged her away.

‘Hallucinations stopped when given Anti-psychotic and Sedative.’

He could not follow her here. He got away, she got locked away. She doesn’t like the meds, they make her tired.

‘Monitor at Med time, she tries to stash them’

She sees His car go by. He looks to her window. She looks away. He is right there. He is right there! And yet she is stuck here where no one believes her.

He makes deliveries sometimes. He is good at disguises. He is right there. He should be here not her. They don’t let her out when He comes around anymore.

'Weary of men, if possible women doctors only’

She hears Him laugh as He walks past her room. The laugh that let her know He was there. He was right there.

Father had a gun. They say that he tried to fight back against her. But it wasn’t her! Him. His laugh, like a growl. He is evil. Yet He got away, and she got locked away. She pulled against the restraints. He was right there. She tries to shake off the mask.

"He is right there!” They bang on her door. They only heard the snarls of a wild animal. A dangerous animal. But she is not an animal, she is just a girl. He is the animal and He is right there. He looks in the small window in the door.

“It’s sad how feral these children are,” He says with a sickening grin.

She pulls so hard that the chains dig into her wrists. Blood. It will eventually match the rest of the scars and dried orangish color stained onto the blank white of her jacket.

She wants to attack Him. He put her here. He got away, only He didn’t because He is right there.

Her mattress has bars going into the ground that they hook her to. She pulls, but she will never be strong enough to get to Him, even with Him right there.

A tear. She can’t tell if it’s the pain of the cuts or of the memories. Or if it’s because of Him being right there. Right there beyond her reach. Right there torturing her in His own sick twisted way. Right there is the real murderer.

But after 37 hours,48 minutes, and 13 seconds reality blurs. The interrogation room began to look like home. The memories began to settle when they took breaks from the questions. After 37 hours, 48 minutes, and 13 seconds of counting time and days, after that long of saying it was Him, no one could think her sane.

So He got away, He got away to right there. Right there where the memories, blood, and questions all gushed back. She said it wasn’t her. They don’t believe her.

‘Psychotic breaks from reality with suppressed memories of that night’

He was right there... right there watching in amusement like she was some kind of one-woman show at a circus. He had won. He had ruined her. Her life, her mind, her world.

He had taken everything from her parents to her freedom.

She would not let Him win. Maybe she was crazy, after 37 hours, 48 minutes, and 13 seconds of being told you killed your own parents, well, not one person would be fully sane. She was hellbent on ruining Him.

She decided that after 37 hours, 48 minutes, and 13 seconds of being tied in the basement hearing the screams, knowing she was next.

After 37 hours, 48 minutes, and 13 seconds of His real torture.

If only it was just 37 hours, 48 minutes, and 13 seconds. But it was so much longer.

He kept the lights off, was it day or night. How long was it? She counted for days, she didn’t sleep. She drifted. She was subdued. He was right there in front of her yet even then her hands were behind her back and her voice muffled through a gag. He was right there, ready to hurt her again.

Until He was right there covered in more blood than usual.

Until He untied her.

Until He laid her down in the blood, put the knife in her hand, and said she did it.

She was so hungry, so thirsty, so tired. He told the police He was the delivery man. He found them and that she must have killed them. They didn’t care about the rope burn.

‘She probably did it to herself.’

They didn’t care about the dehydration.

‘Anyone would need a drink after stabbing something so many times.’

They didn’t care that He was covered in blood

‘He probably tried His best to stop the bleeding’

He was the hero and she the villain. He was right there.

“He always has been right there,” Said the squeaky voice, “He likes to stalk little children like us.” Finally, someone just as ‘dangerous’ as her. They made them roommates, although the chains don’t reach five feet away from the beds. The room seems comically large for how small these two were. “He likes to ruin us,” said the squeaky voice through her mask. Rain didn’t hear snarls of a beast, she heard another girl that He had hurt.