Broadwire

11: Crazy: Sarah

(Ten years after Dakota went missing)

I pace my mother's house. She is lying on the ground, and had been for the last two or so days. Blood had dripped from her nose and stained the carpet a deep crimson. She was almost certainly dead. I could have helped her, but it didn't seem important enough. Compared to my missing friend. She was an old, unimportant woman that no one cared about anymore. I stepped over her body and noticed the smell, it was disgusting. I kicked the body for interrupting my train of thought. I had almost known where Dakota went. I walked in front of the mirror in my bathroom and noticed all the hair in my head had been pulled out. It happened when I thought about it sometimes. I would rip it out, but I wasn't crazy. No, definitely not. I was completely sane. I walked back over to my mother's corpse, the rotten smell making me angry. I heard the rumble of an engine pull into the driveway.

"What do you want?" I yelled through a window I had opened to get rid of the smell of a rotten corpse. I saw my brother's blue truck and him stepping out. I forgot he was coming home today. I meant to have already buried the body. I ran and hid in the bathroom, knowing I would be blamed for the death of my mother.

"Sarah? Where are- Oh my god. What did you do?!" he screamed at me, and I heard him coming down the hall. He opened the door of the bathroom, and saw me sitting in the corner of the bathroom. He started towards me, unknowing that I had a kitchen knife beside.

"Did you do it? What" he started to ask but he jumped back when I jabbed the knife into his leg. He wasn't going to get in the way of me finding Dakota. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and shut the door. I heard three beeps, and he must have called the police. I ran to the door and heard his voice.

"Hello? Yes, this is Joseph Starrio. My sister seems to have had a mental break. I found our mother dead and she stabbed me in my leg," he said into his phone. I stabbed through the door and tried to get out, but he had propped something too heavy for me to lift on the door.

"Let me out! Let me out! I have to find him. He's not dead, he's not dead!" I screamed at him to grab his attention, it didn't work though. I screamed until my throat was in immense pain. I heard the sound of sirens outside of the house. They had come to get me.

"She has a knife, so be careful. I don't know what happened to her, she's always been sad about the disappearance of her friend, but she got a little bit weird after her two friends both moved away. I've only stayed living here because my mom's been too sick to take care of herself. I normally don't leave Sarah with her alone for this long, but my work needed it and we needed the money and.." he started crying loudly at this point and I heard the door slowly opened. I rushed them with a knife and they grabbed me. I had no chance of defending myself, being 110 pounds and having no armour while they all did. I accepted my fate and let them drag me out of the bathroom. I spit into Joe's face as I was pulled by him. They had moved my mother's body, but the stench would never leave. It was part of the house now.

(When Sarah was eight)

I was still awake when Grace came in, drunk as could be. I heard the door slam and she started throwing stuff around. My dad didn't do anything about, because truthfully, he was scared of her.

"If you lock that door when you know I'm coming home one more time. I swear to god I'll blow your brains all over the back of that chair old man!" she screamed from the living room, which was only one room away from mine.

"Could you be quieter, your siblings are trying to sleep," my dad said to her. My mother was on business somewhere. I heard metal clanking though.

"Galadriel, put the gun up. Your family is here," I heard my dad say, terror growing inside of me.

"You know I hate it when you call me that!" I heard her scream at the top of her lungs. "Stay right there or I will put a bullet in you," I heard her say to my dad. She walked into my twin brother, Joe, and my room and grabbed me by the hair.

"Don't scream or I'll kill you," she whispered into my ear. She left Joe in our room and dragged me out of my room into the living room. She pointed the gun at my head.

"Is this what you want dad? Is this what you want" she asked him. They started screaming at each other and she pointed the gun at his chest. I saw my older brother, Dominick, walk out into the living room quietly though.

"I'll kill you, you old prick!" she screamed at him, her words slurring and the smell of alcohol on her lips very fragrant. She didn't notice Dominick, but he stepped on a plastic wrapper on our ground. She shot dad.

"Dad!" Dominick and I both screamed. She turned and shot Dominick through the eye and it looked like something returned to her eyes. She put the barrel of the pistol in her mouth and pulled the trigger, her brains blowing all over Dominick's lifeless body.

"Joe! They're all dead!" I screamed, trying to get my twin's attention. He ran in and cried. I got our house phone and dialed 911. I told them what had happened with my child voice. And waited.

(Back to the present)

I've been here for seven years. It was scary at first, but now, I don't care anymore. I met a few friends, not many, because most of the there are crazy. I still shake when I think of either that night when I was eight, or when Dakota went missing. My brain still conjures up terrible nightmares and hallucinations of dead bodies. Dakota with bullet holes, or Jasmine graying and with a bloody nose. I met someone named Amy, who wasn't as screwed up in the head as me, which is weird, because she murdered four people. She was still crazy though. There were others, but she was who I called my best friend. I was daydreaming, when the instructor started walked in. At least it was the nice instructor though.

"Hey guys, we have someone new. He's a mute, so be nice," he said smiling. The instructor's name was Northrock. I watched the person walk in and I thought the face of the new guy looked familiar. It clicked. It was Trenton. I hit the ground after my vision went black.

I was awoken after what felt like years of nightmares. Nightmares of Dakota, and other odd things. I saw Northrock standing over me, asking if I was okay.

"Yea, I'm good, I just thought I saw someone that looked like the person that more or less got me put it in here for moving away," I told him, realizing it couldn't have been Trenton. He hadn't lived here in years.

"Oh, Trenton Callus, he was involved with that Dakota guy you've talked about before. He killed him, actually," he said to me, and I sat shocked. I got up and walked to the main room. He was just sitting there.

"You killed him?" I screamed at him, angry on what he had done to my mental health. He sat, he didn't even look at me, or anything in particular. He didn't even look alive. He wasn't the Trenton I once had known.