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.