"God no, please don't take me there. I...I...I'm innocent I swear!"
All the evidence pointed to me, I was splattered all over the news, no shadows to hide in. Framed for a crime I did not commit. She was my daughter!
The guards dragged me forcefully into the van and wrestled me into a straight jacket. They shut the doors and darkness swallowed me in.
I felt isolated and alone. I let the hate boil up inside me. That asshole, my daughter; if only she were still here to hold me.
With plenty of time to mull over the past events I thought about the court case. All those eyes judging me, hating me. My punishment, worse than death. The crime was so totally awful that I am being sent for life time in Willow peaks mental asylum.
The van jerked, I was not alerted until it came to a sudden stop and the brakes screeched. I heard shouting and a blinding light filled the van boot. Two men threw me out and I rolled across the gravel. Trapped and unable to move in the straight jacket I couldn't pull myself up.
The drivers returned to the van and the asylum guards took over. They picked me up and carried me by the arms and I limply hung from their hands. I looked up and a startled look was slapped across my face. I saw it, that place, it sent shivers down my spine. A desolate wasteland of a building. I started to violently wheeze.
"I hope you're looking forward to spending the rest of your life here, you awful bitch!" Said the guard as we went through the doors...
