We were in the park. The summer breeze kissed my skin and a warm glow spread across my body. A wave of nausea rolled over me. My abdomen flipped beckoning the future. A stroke of my belly reassured me enough that I could glance up to survey the picture before me; frozen in time.
I awoke from my memories to a harsh reality. I was propped up against the bars of the neighbouring cell. I realised my straight jacket had been removed. But how did they know I wasn't dangerous, I could have woken up whilst they were doing it? Suddenly I felt a warm breath on the back of my neck. I quickly moved away from the bars and turned to see the cause. The insanity gleamed in its eyes. A skeletal figure tatooed with scars gave me an angular smile. "Hello." He said in a bizarre tone.
"H...h...hi." I mumbled in absolute terror.
"You're new aren't you?" He asked, his eyes stilled fixated on mine like he was looking deep into my soul.
"Yes. I came here yesterday."
"Why are you here?"
"I was framed for the murder of my child."
"Why are you here?" I asked returning the same question.
"I slowly and painfully murdered a family and ate their remains." He said casually.
I gasped in horror and moved as far away from him as humanly possible. He cackled and started to knaw on his own arm. I started to gag and vomited all over the floor.
I heard a door slam and my attention was pulled to a guard who had just entered the ward. He had a stern face and dark hair, and he was tall and muscular. His jaw was chiseled and his skin was like the soft summer sun.
"Dinner time you animals." He scoffed and then turned to me. "You look pretty normal, why are you in here?"
"I have supposedly slaughtered my daughter." I said with venom. "I haven't I swear." They haven't even done a psychiatric assessment on me. They just threw me into confinement. Please, don't you understand, I don't deserve to be here!" I started to well up.
He looked at me with a slight amount of sympathy. He had a table on wheels with trays of food on them. He picked one up and passed it through the gate to me. I went take it but our hands touched. I looked at him and started to blush. He looked back. His eyes were bright blue and full of passion. We split eye contact in embarrassment and he took his hand away. "Enjoy your meal." He said as seriously as he had been when he walked in.
"Wait, what was your name?" I croaked awkwardly.
"Sam." he replied. "And yours?"
"Aurora Burns, technically still married to Carlos burns." His eye widened and his jaw dropped. He fell back into a professional role and carried on handing out dinners. Why had he looked at me that way, was it because I was married or because of my name? I started to run through the possible thoughts he could have been thinking and lay back on the freezing floor.
