Escape the Sanity

The Interview

Chapter 1: The Interview


" Emily, I want you to tell me what's on your mind." The psychiatrist told her. She looked down at her hands, they were pale and shaking.
" Sweetie tell the doctor what your thinking of." Her mother said.
She looked back up to everyone in the room, feeling pressured and uncomfortable...mainly she was feeling surrounded and it gave her an urge to yell and attack.
"...Drawings...I want our drawings...they give me relief." Said Emily. Her mother looked at her with confusion and frightened.
" Sweetie...what drawings?"
" The drawings on the wall! On pieces of paper inside the drawers...the ones he made for me..." She started to repeat," for me, for me, for me, for me."
" The patient is slowly repeating, left eye is twitching at a fast rate, speaking in a low quiet tone of voice, hands seem to be shaking, showing signs of insanity," the doctor said into a tape recorder," Emily...Emily, I want you to calmly tell me what the drawings looked like please."
"...It was us...they were us...they symbolized who were are...in the inside and out." She answered. She looked down and then looked around at the people in her sight, a thousand thoughts were running through her mind at that moment; thoughts like, " What would Jeff do in this situation?" And, " Why does everyone think I'm crazy?" She couldn't tell if they were trying to help her or not so she just played along.
" Mommy...do you love me?"
" Well...of course I do...I love you very much, that's why I'm trying to help you through this situation." Her mother answered.
"...W-Where's daddy? Doesn't daddy love me too?"
" Well yes Emily, but daddy is at work though...you'll see him later on today."
" Mommy..."
" Yes?"
" Your lying to me...daddy is scared of me...you are too."
" Of course not! I'd always love you no matter what."
The doctor took some notes and dismissed Emily back to her room. When she got in there she did nothing but stare out the lifeless window for a full two hours, she then laid around on her bed until she felt the need to sleep. She closed her eyes and imagined Jeff laying on her chest listening to her heart beating fast, and he said that simple phrase in a non-violent killing way but more of a calm loving way.
" Go to sleep my darling."
She misses his voice, the way it sounded was sharp and horrid...kinda like a knife, she missed the gifts he'd bring her after he had killed someone; she knew that he'd just steal whatever fancy thing they'd have one and give it to her to wear or keep, but the one thing she missed the most was his face. His face bleached white, deep red lips and a smile that went across his cheeks, his eyes tainted black and never moving just always standing still and wide. She thought that he was beautiful, and he knew that when she told him he was that she wasn't lying...like his parents were...his mother got what she deserved for lying. Maybe her mother needs a punishment too.