Lukes Point Of View
"Listen here boy." a ball of anger filled me up like a glass of water. "You are going to leave tomorrow, your going to the Hampshire State Asylum for the criminally insane." I am not insane. I am not crazy, but I am giving up. Sitting there silently as a guy with Carmel curly hair told me. "You crazy freak, are you confessing?" He smirked. Jaw clenched I took a deep breath, "No, I am not," I said as I glared at him. "I am not crazy!" I yelled as my fists slammed against the table I was seated at. "I didn't kill her, I am not crazy, or a freak. In fact you are crazy if you think I did this crime." The guy laughed. "Luke, of course you didn't kill her, but it wont matter when your sent to the asylum, no one will believe a single word you say. Get ready to be the headlines," His arms crossed as, he leaned against the wall by the mirror. "I can see it now, cant you Luke? " He winked and raised his hands in the air. "Lucas kills women before rape." I am being framed. It all makes sense, he killed her and is assigning me a room in the asylum so he isn't caught. "You're going to get caught." I said "Really? Because, I wasn't the one who killed her either." He smiled at me, his teeth white, I wanted to knock them out of his face, but that's the last thing I need. Refusing to go down with out a fight, I made up a quick plan. "I will tell that girl, Olivia? She seems to know it wasn't me, she's a girl, she's gullible." His big hands slapped together. "Bravo, you try doing that, well see who wins, ill even help you out, I'm Ashton Irwin there's a name to a face." He smirked and left the room. He left but I wasn't alone, a guy came in and came to remove me from this room. "C'mon you freak. " his voice said. I am not crazy. Licking my lips I walked out of the room.
Olivia's Point Of View
My hands fumbled with keys as I tried to unlock the door to my room. Something was wrong. I was going to be sick. As soon as my door handle twisted, I ran inside and threw up in my bathroom. Holding my brown curls away from my face as my lunch was liquid in the toilet. When I was done being sick I cleaned myself up and got out of my uniform. A oversized football jersey from high school was thrown on and I thought about my life. I am a cop, i am not supposed to be scared of anything, but that guy with the lipstick stain on his cheek, made me afraid. Afraid of him, and the unknown. There is a dark and scary place, where its darker than black, and crazier than a psychopath. Their mind, were they are created, formed and processed. I will never under stand why or how someone's mind works the way they do. I wonder what goes on in Luke's. He's hopeless, and the hopeless cannot be helped. His eyes broken, you can fix the broken, like a vase and glue. Like a heart and love. I will help him. I know he did not kill that girl. I am scared to get close, but once hes in the asylum, that's what's going to happen. Daily visitation, alone speaking sessions were only our words will be traded. I am not letting him go down under. Standing up i grabbed my cellphone from my purse. "hello, Ashton?" "Yes, when is Luke, heading to the states asylum?"
