Nameless

To Thomas

"Beth. Are you okay?" Beth looked scared. Like she saw a figure that petrified her.
The winds were strong, scary in fact. That's probably what is scaring her or something more than that. I work in a mental unsuitability clinic. For children. Children are especially challenging. I don't know why I helped but I was one of them. Helpless. Hopeless. Tired. Every single emotion just expresses through my non-human body. Even though I never killed him.

1972

"Kate, are you okay? You seem distraught. You know stressed?" "I'm always stressed." "Yeah, but not like this. You look worried, confused, scared. Everything." "I'm going to take a walk." That's when I left and never saw him again. Except in by head.

4 days later I get a knock on my door. "Mrs. Kandertlaal, we've found a body in your home, a male body. Have you talked to your husband recently?" My heart sank. Staying at my mother's house does not my case. I loved him, but I wasn't happy with him. Two different things.
   "Ma'am, may we take you to the station ask you a few questions? Remember you can call a lawyer or tell us the truth. But, your not under investigation but if you have something to tell us about Mr. Kandertlaal and his murder regarding you, you may be under investigation." Why? Who could have killed him and why? Tom had no one to hate nor anyone could hate him. He was sweet and gentle, warm and cozy. He was my husband. I married him for a reason, which was because he had no soul to give up or no soul to hate. He was patient. He was Thomas. Kandertlaal. "That's how this man. My husband. Was a life saver for me." my voice blared over the microphone as a told that heartbreaking speech to everyone at his funeral. I'm innocent. I promise.

Police station

"Mrs. Kanderlaal, you seem to have multiple names or personas as we may call them. Correctly. So what do we call you? Mrs. Talms, Mrs.Kane or oooh this one seems to be miss this time. So what do we call you?" "I don't know. I don't know my name" "Stop with the bullshit Miss- Adams! See there I didn't even know your name for a second!" "I'm telling the truth." "You could have at least had the time to put on a wig to distinguish the difference between each character. Are these characters? Or are they different ways to portray your inner voices? You have a little record Mrs. Winstall. When you were eleven you were admitted to a psych hospital. Right?" "Your interrogation doesn't help find the murderer of my husband. You can interrogate me all you want. But I'm not one to mess with. I didn't kill my husband. I don't do bad things to good people." "Is that a threat Mrs.Kandertlaal?" "Perhaps, or it's a friendly reminder that I have capabilities. One's you haven't seen. Yet." After saying that, I was heated. He got to me. I don't kill loved ones. If I did Thomas would be dead already.