Chapter 8

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"So the day you killed Matt was the day you got the voices correct?"

"I suppose..." Charlie replied dreamily.

"So how did you lose your memory then?" The Dr asked.  She had stopped taking notes and was leaning in listening to Charlie.

Charlie didn't listen. She stared at the wall in silence.

"Charlie?"

"The first time I had radio shock therapy I guess..." She said quietly eyes not moving from the wall.

"What was that?"

Charlie's head snapped towards the phsycatrist.

"When...I first had...radio fucking shock therapy..." Charlie snarled through gritted teeth.

"And what did that do exactly..." The Dr asked.

"That piece of shit is meant to help with my head!" Charlie laughed.

"And....?"

"That therapy that was meant to help me wiped every living memory I had!!!" Charlie shouted.

"Charlie please calm down. It's clear something went wrong but that's why we are here now to fix what's happened."

Charlie glared at her. Then she let out a snigger. A chuckle. And then a laugh.
"You and all your other doctor friends think your helping us....when all your doing is leaving is a endless black hole of which we cannot escape! Electric Shock therapy is used to change someone's thought pattern. So no wonder this happened to me!...Now do you see why I lost my memory? Hmm? Because of you!" She laughed.

The Dr sat still. Stunned into silence by what the girl had said. Charlie sat back in her chair and carried on looking at the wall.

"You know..." She said softly, "I'm gonna kinda miss these talks with you doctor..." She turned and smiled at the confused woman in front of her. "Shame it's our last..."

"What? Charlie what do you mean?"

"I'm not going to be here much longer... at least I hope not..."

"Charlie you aren't coming out of here at the minimum a year! You know that.."

A series of bangs and screams sounded outside of the room.

"You sure about that?" Charlie laughed.

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