They put me in a mental asylum.
Locked me up in a white-washed room, with a just as white bed, and no windows.
No freedom.
I couldn't remember anything for a moment before it all came back to me, like that day I smashed the glass jar onto my head, except this time I hit someone else.
I remembered seeing red. The blood was red, my head was red, my eyes were red. It was like my mind got lost in blood mist. I remembered Roxy fighting back, then her body going limp. I remembered the police coming in, pulling me away. The tranquilizer.
I remembered the anger.
They've locked me up in this room, for fear of me doing anything bad like that again. They were afraid. I was afraid, too. Afraid of Zia and when she would come back.
I've heard her while I was sleeping. She didn't go away.
This room is like a cage, keeping me confined. But it'll never keep the voices and shadows confined, keep Zia confined.
Because there is no cage in my mind.
