Asylum E.D

Prologue

•Amanda Raine•

I never, in a million years, would've thought that I would be here today. That I would be sitting in this courtroom, waiting to hear my daughters fate. Waiting to see if they believed she was guilty of the murder of her boyfriend, Caleb Harrison.

In my heart I already knew she was guilty. The proof against Elizabeth was impeccable. Everything pointed to my daughter. None of the evidence even brought up the idea of a different suspect.

I knew the answer, I just didn't want to believe it. Who would?

David, my husband, sat next to me on the bench. David was probably the only one that didn't believe Elizabeth killed her boyfriend. He's convinced that she's been framed. I've tried to convince him otherwise, but no matter what he won't budge.

I glance around the courtroom, and catch sight of Caleb's family. Those poor, poor people. I feel for them, nothing hurts worse than losing a child.

They all look sickly, like they haven't slept in weeks, which is probably true. The youngest one, who is only an infant, is nonmoving. Even he can sense the gravity of the situation. The veil of grief is like a dense fog, shrouding the whole courtroom.

Even people who didn't even know Caleb couldn't escape the haze.

I then look to the other side of the courtroom, and see Elizabeth. She's sitting the front of the courtroom, with her back to me and her head down. She knows what's about to happen to her, and she deserves everything coming her way.

I can't believe she would do something like this.

A few more minutes of silence pass before the judge re-enters the room along with the jury. The room becomes even quieter at their presence. Everyone sitting on the edges of their chairs to see how long my daughter was going to be locked up for. They all knew she did it, well except for my husband.

The judge clears her throat before addressing the court. "Due to the evidence presented today, in the trial of the murder of Caleb Harrison; I here by declare Elizabeth Raine 'Guilty by reason of insanity"

A few gasps are heard throughout the room, followed by a murmur.

The judge waits a few seconds before continuing. "Elizabeth Raine will be sent to Pine Valley Asylum, until further notice." The judge signals for someone to come forward. Two big guards come forward from the very back of the courtroom and head towards Elizabeth.

Before they get to her I notice she's breathing very heavily, like she used to do whenever she was about to have a panic attack.

The guards finally make it to her, and the first guard goes to grab one of her arms that is handcuffed behind her.

It was like an explosion went off as soon as he grabbed her arm. Almost like she was finally aware of how much trouble she was in.

"No!" Elizabeth shouts, trying to get out of their reach. They were obviously able to restrict her, seeing as they were so much bigger than her. That didn't stop her though.

"You've got the wrong person!" She shrieks thrashing around.

As I caught a glimpse of her I saw how broken she looked. She was a mess. Her blonde dirty hair was stringy, and matted. Her face was beet red as she tried to get out of the guards grip.

She kept struggling and struggling, digging herself into deeper trouble. I know as soon as they get her outside, if she hasn't calmed down, she's getting tased, and or put into a straight jacket.

"It's her! She made me do it!" Elizabeth shouts trying to point at someone, but there was no one in the general direction of where she was pointing.

I feel the stares of others burning into my husband and I. Those that weren't looking at her were looking at us. Some sympathetically, others accusingly.

Before they get her out of the courtroom she sees us. Her face is distraught, "I'm sorry." She sobs, finally taking in her fate.

I look away not wanting to see her like that anymore. I don't know if, or when I'm going to see her again, but courtroom Elizabeth will forever be imprinted in my brain. The crazed look of pain, sadness, and remorse written across her face will always be with me.

I'll never be able to look at her again and think of my sweet daughter.