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ASYLUM - (5) I let the crazy woman wonder upstairs to 'her' bedroom, change 'her' clothes, before hearing 'her' scream. She almost fell down the stairs and ran to me, shrieking about the 'body on the floor, the body on the floor, the dead, dead man, body lying on the floor'. "That's dad." I said slowly. "The man who killed you, and tried to kill me. I knew he was a murderer ever since he drove his car over baby Charlie eight years ago, lying, saying he didn't see him." I heard a cloudy buzz of words from my mother's fast sped lips, pointing out that was me, and that's my father I killed, her husband too, Lucy and Charlie aren't even real - Charlie was my plush toy left in the driveway when I was seven, and Lucy was the baby sister I never had that was lost by miscarriage a year before the toy. She said that she's worried because she's already called the police and - - she had called the police. I knew everyone was against me. I knew it. I raised the rifle, and did what I had to do. That's how I ended up here - locked away in this asylum. I knew my lawyer was against me; couldn't even have set me free. I tried to talk, but he did all the talking for me; I think if I'd have talked I would have been free - points by communication, as my mother had told me as a shy five year old. Nobody believes me. The world is against me. I am alone, and always will be.

ASYLUM - (4) "Who-who-who's there?" I asked. No answer. "Answer! Answer NOW!" A rustling of plastic bags was frail against the sharp tone of the person's voice. "Honey!" they said. "Calm down, you sound a little manic, let me in please!" Cautiously, I opened the door. It was a woman, a woman who looked surprisingly alike to my mother. The same appearance, voice, name and character - though it couldn't be, of course, my mother's dead. My father killed her. Then he tried to kill me. I let the woman in though - I had the gun as my security inside the palm of my left hand. "Who-who are you?" I asked. "I'm your mother, sweetie, who are you?" she laughed. "No. No no my mother - she is dead -" "Um hun I'm here .. Must have just been a dream - or nightmare, I hope.." "ok then, 'mum', what is the name of my sister?" She paused. Turned to face me, looking at me inquisitively.. "you don't have a sister" "Ok then?? No, no I do!! Lucy!! Lucy my sister!!" "... You don't have a sister." I pointed to Lucy, holding Charlie in her arms in the corner, pointed her out to mum but mum was looking indirectly, yet saying she sees no-one. I pointed her in the right direction though she still shook her head. "no. I don't see her"

ASYLUM - (3) My alarm clock buzzed and I slammed it to the floor, apologising to it on my hand's behalf. I heard large footsteps, repetitively becoming louder as the staircase creaked. I heard a nose blow, and a deep moan from the useless tissue. A silhouette danced on the wall just past my door, I could see its reflection in the mirror. The figure stopped in its path and raised a phone to its face, answering the unknown dialler. It was a man's voice, with a clear welsh accent. It was my dad, definitely, for sure. He was talking about something to do with my mother, death, a gun and 'my bedroom table as it was the least suspectful place he could hide it.' He had killed my mother, cand was planning to kill me, for sure. I silently scoured the table for the weapon, found it in the drawer, pulled it out, walked out of the doorway, and pulled the trigger. I had beaten him at his own game, for sure. He was trying to control me, always, my emotions, my behaviour - I could no longer be under his spell. I had stolen his magic powers by killing him, and nobody else has them - will ever have them - they will all be out to get me now, I must trust no one, I must remain alone, I will prefer to be alone, I do prefer to be alone, I must remain alone - I'm sure Lucy and Charlie will understand. A knock to the door startled me, I ventured past the evil one's carcass and answered.