Finally

Part 53: Solitary, but No Cards

"You've been quite talkative I hear." A paunchy short man with thin white hair and a pointy witch like nose stands in my doorway.

His black suit wrinkled at the bottom of his attire and his hair slicked over itself to give it volume- though I know it's thinner than paper.

"Tell me...when will the rules matter to you?" He asks as he glares down at me on my flat foam mattress pad.

"You can't keep me in here forever." I say.

"Oh Encontré- Dr. Goodwin. If I've kept you here for two years. I can keep you here for a hundred more."

"Helen will get the truth. The real truth."

"You think so? You think anyone will believe a raving lunatic?"

"I'm not insane...not yet."

"Oh my dear boy- I know you're not insane- your little performance in there was perfect though. Truly got her feeling sorry for you. Now didn't it? So what? You think she's going to vouch for your health? Plead for new placement? It'll never happen. No matter how crazy or delusional you make yourself out to be. You are a monster. A psychopath and a murderer of dozens. You won't see the light of day ever again or breath the outside air."

"I'm none of those things and if I were- the jury wouldn't be hung."

"The jury's hung because I allow it to be." He snidely states and fixes his tie. "The only reason it's taken two years to even consider going back to trial is because the publicity is making me millions. Media coverage and news reporters all lining up to hear me recount how violent a person you are. How horrid you were the night those officers stepped into St. Mary's and found you injecting patients with a lethal cocktail of Morphine and Versed. Not because they needed it but because you wanted to murder them. Out of cold blood- no pun intended of course haha. You lost your mind in that frozen hospital and you're losing even more now. The only difference is- you're unable to share words with the media due to that new law that is being passed. So enjoy your cell. I hope the new lights don't bother you so much. Sweet dreams!"

He slams the heavy metal door and I jump slightly.

That man.

That horrible asshole.

He's the one. He's the one who set this all up.

He didn't like what I had to say.

I didn't like what I needed to do.

Now I'm paying for it.

The favor tipped in his direction and he took it.

He took the whole thing.

Tipped it over like a table and watched the contents drop and break to the floor.

Blaring bright LED lights make the room nearly impossible to look at it. The white walls seem to nearly flood my vision and I hate it.

I'm on top of the world looking down on creation
and the only explanation I can find! Is the love that I found
ever since you came around.
Your loves put me on the top of the world.

The Carpenters play loudly over the intercom speakers and it deafens me completely.

This is what I live with.

Two years of a loud song I used to enjoy- never ending and making me deaf, keeping me from sleep.

And beyond bright lights never going off.

The red lights from earlier were nice.

They calmed me a bit.

Calmed my soul.