I didn't struggle and try to get away from the men as they pulled me out the door.
"Marcy?" Isaac asked.
"Isaac!" I shouted. I struggled to reach for his hand but the men pulled me away.
"Marcy!" Isaac shouted. He ran to me. "You can't do this! You can't take her!"
But they did just that as they shoved me into the back of a van.
"Isaac!" I shouted, reaching my hand between the bars to hold his.
But the car started, and Isaac lost his grip.
He began running after me, but tripped.
"Isaac!" I screamed. "ISAAC!"
But we turned a corner, and he was gone.
We drove for what felt like hours. When the van finally pulled to a stop, I looked between the bars to see where we were. Outside there was a huge building, complete with spiraling staircases inside huge, tall towers.
"Um...... is this an insane asylum?" I asked quickly.
"We prefer to call it a mental hospital." Said one of the men. "Follow me, ma'am."
I did what they said as they chained me to the wall in a dark, tiled room. White tile, after white tile, after white tile.
I was alone.
But I didn't hurt anyone.
And I could argue what I did to mr. Kellen was self defense. They can't throw me in here without trial, can they?
I stared at the tiles, a dim reflection had reflected back. It was now when I took to notice that I was covered in blood.
"Shit!" I shouted.
This place was really going to make me go insane.
And I took the only thing I had out of my pocket and turned it on.
Isaac's cell phone.
And I went to the picture of us together. The one I saw at that broken down house.
And I realized, Isaac didn't even know I killed his stepfather. All he heard was a shot and me yelling.
Well, there goes that.
He'll never be my friend if he finds out I killed someone!
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What I Call Life
Mystery / ThrillerMarcelle (Marcy) Adams has always had a weird life. I mean REALLY weird. It all started when she got psychosis. Like a lot of people, it started when something really traumatic happened. Her best friend got shot to death in front of her. And she soo...
