Home? Never Heard Of It

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"YOU DID IT, YOU, CHILD OF THE DEVIL!!!!" I heard someone say. Next thing I know, I'm sitting in a chair at the back of a truck. Seeing men with police uniforms sitting beside me. I looked down and I'm in shackles and handcuffs. I'm actually feeling happy that I finally get help from professionals.

"Do you actually think you'll get rid of me with the treatments they give here?" Shut up. You know I'm innocent, and YOU'RE the murderer of that family. "Oh, are you sure about that. People can't see me. They can see you, and what you did to those people. Your people. Your family. You knew that they never loved you Anna. You knew that since you were born, you felt their hate. They hated you so much that they hit you. You remember how you got that burn in your right cheek"? I connected my right shoulder with my cheek. A tear slipped out of my left eye.

"But you remember that night like if it was yesterday." Flashbacks began to play. From when I shot my father and mother in the head, to axing my three brothers to death. "Shut up....." I whispered."SHUT UP!" I yelled. I yelled at the top of my lungs. I bet the officers were laughing at me.

Everyone laughs at me and looks at me like I'm a freak. I'm not crazy. I can tell you that. It's just there's someone in my head talking to me negatively. I hate it, and then all of a sudden, I loose it and start screaming. The thing that is talking to me in my head has to get out somehow. And that's why they're putting me in here. So I can get professional help. That's the thing I am happy about.

Because I'm confident.

I know that this thing that is talking to me in my head,

will be in the past.