But now I sleep alone

Chapter 23

"Why did you kill your mother, Miss Thomas?" the police officer asks me.
"I didn't" I manage to croak. My solicitor, Eliza, is sitting next to me. She's an old family friend who I know I can trust.
"We found a note next to her body. It's been made to look like a suicide note but your mother was not mentally capable of writing this. Did you write it and pretend she did?"
"I didn't even see a note. I don't know what's written on it" I whisper.
The policeman thrusts a piece of paper in a clear plastic bag at me. I look down to see what's written on it.

My dearest Charlie
I can't stand seeing you suffering anymore. I know you want to be with Tony as much as I want to be with your father again. I can't take living like this anymore. Not knowing who I am one day then fine the next. Don't hate me for doing this. I want to set you free. I'll always love you cariad.
Mam.

I hand the note back as a tear runs down my face.
"I had no idea. She was asleep when I went over to the guest house. I checked her before I went and had the intercom with me so if she woke up and called out for me, I could run over" I whisper.
The policeman shakes his head.
"Your mother was in no fit state to write this letter. We will be getting it finger printed and we do expect to find your prints on it. Until then, you will be detained in custody."
I feel myself shaking as a sobbing fit overcomes me and I'm led to the cells. I can't believe the mess I'm in and I feel so alone.
I slump on the hard bed, pain shooting through every muscle in me. I need my medication but it's back at the house. I start crying hysterically, all of this too much for me to take. I hear someone shout for me to shut up but that makes me worse. I can't help being upset. I've just been accused of murdering my mam, who I found dead.
I must have cried myself to sleep as the next thing I know, I'm being woken up and escorted back to an interview room. I'm barely able to stand, let alone walk and I feel sick with the pain and stress within me and my legs give out. I feel a pair of arms drag me back upright and I cry out as more pain flows through me. I start sobbing again but I know I'll get no sympathy here. A door is opened and I'm pushed inside the interview room where I fall to the ground, hitting my head and landing awkwardly on my arm which immediately starts throbbing. I am pulled up yet again and the pain in my arm is indescribable. I feel the colour leave my face as I start feeling faint. I am pushed onto a hard chair as I cradle my arm, more tears pouring down my face. Eliza looks at me with shock.
This time, it's a different policeman and he looks even scarier than the other one.
"Tell us why you killed your mother, Miss Thomas" are his first words.
I shake my head.
"I didn't" I mumble, unable to say anything more due to the pain I'm in.
"I think my client needs medical attention after what just transpired, don't you? You can clearly see she's in pain and I expect you haven't given her her medication anyway. That needs to be sorted out before anything else" Eliza hisses.
My eyes are literally rolling in my head at this point and everything goes black.