Seven Moons at Midnight

Chapter 6: Colors or the moon and butter knives

     What did she just ask me. I can't believe she would ask me this question. This is absolutely ridiculous. Why would she think I'm lying? I know what I'm talking about. "You know lady, I don't appreciate you accusing me of lying about a fight that happened between me and my first wife I find it kind of rude." I told her in the most serious tone I've ever spoken. "Sir, I'm not accusing you lying, I'm just trying to help you understand that what you're saying might not be true because you might not know what you're talking about." "WHY WOULDNT I KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!!" I shouted at her. She stopped talking and froze. "I'm so sorry Dr. I shouldn't have yelled at you, I know you're trying to help me and I was wrong to accuse you of thinking that I was lying." "It's all right, I have many patients like you , people who get led down the wrong path and take their pain out on others."

     She proceeded to ask me the questions after my apology to her. "Now, first we found a broken beer bottle which we talked about, then we found glass from the Clarkson's window. Why would this be under your bed? When you blacked out, maybe that's what happened you were the one who crashed through their window. It might've been an accident. It might've been on purpose, but your head was bleeding so you must've used your head, or maybe someone pushed your head in. Are those all possible things that could've happened?" She questioned me. " I-I guess. like I said, I kind of blacked out there's gaps in my memory. I'm not sure of-," "What I think it happened, is that these pills are making you forget what really happened, am I correct Mr. Woodro? Am I correct!? she repeated and interrupted me. "What pills, my sleeping pills?" I asked her totally confused. "These are not sleeping pills and you know that, deep down you know that! These are not what you think they are." She stated in a very serious tone to me.

     "Your wife says you also don't use any weapons, not even a butter knife? Well, I don't think she's correct anymore, I don't think she knows who you are anymore, because we found a pocket knife in your drawer next to your bed. Now, why would you have a pocket knife if you've never even used a weapon or utensil such as a weapon?" she interrogated me.

     I've never felt like this before, she saying my wife doesn't even know who I am anymore, well maybe I don't know who I am anymore. I mean, God sake I can't even remember what pills I'm taking according to Dr. Collins.

     "I honest to God have no clue what is happening, and I don't know why I had a pocket knife in my drawer, I know, goddamnit it's not mine." I said to her vaguely. "Well this does not have your blood on it, and was placed in your drawer, so I think these drugs that you're taking are affecting your mind."

Doctor Collin's notes:

Patient's name: Mark Woodro
Patient's sex : Male
Patient's eyecolor: blue
Patients hair color : brown
Patient's psychiatric doctor: Detective, Dr. Maria Collins
Specific notes about patient below:
• Has first marriage that ended in car accident -marriage to a Catherine (unknown last name)
• now married with a Tatum (Haven) Woodro
• Mark and Tatum have three children two male one female, all teenaged.
• found next to bed was broken beer glass, glass from Clarkson's camper, pocket knife, SSRIs
• hasn't drank alcohol in 20 years
• believes he was hit in the head with the glass
• Has Mr. and Mrs. Clarkson's blood on pocket knife
• believes his SSRIs are sleeping pills

Mark Woodro's POV of story

"What are you writing down?" "Just some notes to help you and everyone else figure out what's happening." She reassured me. "Now Mark, is there anything else you can tell me that maybe has entered your memory since we found all the evidence in your camper?" I paused after she asked me that.

Flashback to the first night

After I heard a noise outside, I looked up at the moon. It made me feel different, it made me feel safe and natural. The last thing I remember, was watching the moon turn from yellow to blue to white, then went full. After that, I blacked out.

Back to present time

"Yes, the moon, the moon did this weird thing each night I went outside." I explained in a tense voice. "What do you mean? Did this weird thing? What kind of weird thing did it do?" "IT WAS THE MOON IM TELLING YOU!"