I slept a whopping 40 minutes last night. I laid in my bed and grabbed my laptop and searched up psychosis. The disease that he had. The disease that would save him from any punishment that he was deserving of.
Psychosis: A mental disorder characterized by disconnection from reality.
Mr. Finely was at fault. He has medicine to help him, yet he made the conscious decision to not take them. He can't just get away with murder.
He was insane, and if anything needed to be locked up. He's not safe to be around. He'll never be safe to be around. There will always be a part of him that just isn't right.
I scroll through the google page when the door opened softly. It was James.
"You're awake." He says.
"I didn't get much sleep." I tell him. He sits on the edge of my bed.
"Dad told me. About what happened." I close my computer and place it to the side of me. "He'll pay for what he did. He won't get away with it as long as I'm here. The act of holding someone at gun point should never be justified. Especially if that someone is my little sister."
"He's crazy." I tell him in a soft whisper. "Mr. Finely has a mental disorder so they're going to say that it was the disease, instead of him."
"Then they better put him in a mental institution or home or whatever they're called. He needs to be locked away before he does anything else." He sighs as he then looks at me.
"What about Liam?" I then ask. I couldn't help but think about him. And how he must feel. He has no one right now.
"You said you didn't want to-"
"I know I said that. And I blocked his number. Am I doing the right thing?" I then ask James, as if he knew the answer to everything.
"There is no 'right thing,' Andi. But if I were in your position, I wouldn't cut all ties." He said.
James then got up and left the room, keeping the door open, connecting me to the real world.
His words slowly sank into my head and I grabbed my phone and went to the unknown number that texted me last night.
I stared at the text and debated on whether I should engage or not. I click the unblock button and start typing.
I look over the message before hitting send.
I simply told him that we should talk. Almost immediately I got a response. He ask to meet at the park in 30 minutes or so. I stare at the text wondering what I had just done.
Maybe it was a good thing. It would get me out of bed, out of my pajamas, out of this room filled with nothing but bad thoughts.
"Dad?" I ask walking into the kitchen. He looks up from his book, surprised that I'm dressed. "I'm going to meet with Elise at the park, if that's ok." I tell him. He wouldn't let me go if I told him I was meeting Liam.
"Andi, I don't think-"
"Please." I say desperately. "I just need to get out of my head, and I won't tell her anything. Just that I'm sad because I got caught past curfew or something."
"Do you want me to drive you?" He then agrees after a sigh, knowing that it really was what I needed.
"I'll walk. It helps clear my mind anyways." I tell him. "I'll text you when I get there and when I leave." I then reassure.
He nods his head hesitantly as I head out the door and to the park. As I get closer to the park I feel my heart start to beat faster. I anticipated only the worst.
As I approach the park I see him. Sitting with his back against the tree trunk that we once sat at together. Before everything became complicated. Before everything fell to pieces.
