Big mind, Small body.........

The Road to Insanity (chapter 1)

Insanity seems like a scary word, right? A word to describe someone who is not exactly all there, like there mind is in a different world. Some people tend to take the word insane very seriously, they can become aggressive or depressed or even paranoid. The aggressive ones tend to want revenge on the people who have led them to insanity. You can't seem to reason with someone who is insane for insanity doesn't like reasoning, insanity likes loneliness,sadness, and last but not least fear of life it's self. All of this seemed to be the case for Henri Desire Landru. He was known as the "World War 1 Widow serial killer". His insanity was caused by none other than his Ex-wife which was also his second cousin.

"Charlotte was the prettiest women I had ever seen, I know that having intimate feelings for my cousin was wrong and family isn't supposed to date or even marry for that matter". Charlotte and Henri wed about 3 years after they started dating.Henri later found out that Charlotte was pregnant with there first child, they named him Grieg Landru. It's funny how insanity can make you do such crazy things and you as a person can still feel like your doing the right thing. Henri started to notice that Charlotte had been acting strange lately, Henri would often see Charlotte holding her hip in pain. The weird things just kept happening, Charlotte would often have trouble breathing and would have weird spurts of coughing fits . Charlotte would cough up blood and try to hide it from Henri, she felt that if he knew what she was really doing Henri would never forgive her. After about 2 years Henri had finally had enough of Charlotte's lies. After the Accident nothing would be the same.

Henri hadn't thought about Charlotte in years, where as all Charlotte could think about was what Henri was doing. Grieg was now 17 and in 11th grade at La Martiniere high school in the heart of Paris France. After about 8 years of not thinking about Charlotte Henri felt like a free man. But life seems to take strange turns just when things feel great. Henri saw Charlotte one morning near an old cafe. She seemed to be trying to ask for something but having no luck getting it. Henri was very puzzled at the sight of her. "She had really let herself go after I left". Henri said in disbelief. For some reason Henri wanted to talk to her but couldn't bring himself to do it. After about a minute or so he started to walk away.

"Henri"?
He stopped in fear of turning around. Sure enough Charlotte was right behind him.

"Henri it's me Charlotte". His words were stuck in his throat.

"Are you just gonna stand there and ignore me"? Charlotte said annoyed.
"Is there something your wanting me to say"? Charlotte hesitated for a moment.

"Maybe a hi or a how have you been"? Henri felt the anger inside him building and building. He took a deep breathe and calmed himself before speaking to Charlotte. "Alright then lets start over, Hi Charlotte how have you been"?

The feeling of anxiety began to crawl up my spine, moving faster and faster. What do you say to the women who made you question your sanity and your existence.
Charlotte's hazel eyes staring right at me, she thought for a moment. " Well for starters I got a job working down at the bread shop down the road from here, but I seem to be missing something". Her fists seem to clench tighter, her face was filled with rage and anger.

"My son Henri, the one you decided to leave with"! She began to raise her voice. Henri's fists grew tighter, the feeling of anger and rage was ruminating in the air. " Charlotte don't do this here, come on let's be civil". Charlotte turned her head to the side, the sight of Henri's face made her sick, but inside she felt guilt. She knew that she was in the wrong.

Charlotte turned around, her face was pale. " You wanna know why I left you Charlotte""? People were starting to stare, there was a moment of silence. "Because you lied, not only to me but Grieg aswell"! Charlotte's face turned bright red, it was as if the lies she had told all those years were written all over her face.