The Girl From Danvers

"Why don't we start with how you killed them?"

"If you say so Doc. I had stood there, breathing heavily and covered in their blood, my family's blood, as they slowly died. My mother choked on her own blood, her last breaths bubbling up through the slit in her throat. My father drowned ever so slowly in the locked basement as it filled with scalding water from the broken pipes. And for my brother I saved the worst of all, I tied him to the floor in the attic and strapped a cage filled with scared, rabid, sewer rats to him. All I had to do was apply heat to the cage and the rats burrowed their way through my brother's stomach and right out his back. What? You told me to be specific, so I chose to be vivid instead." Lucy recalled to the top shrink at Danvers State Lunatic Asylum. The asylum itself was the one that once held Lucy's very own notoriously infamous parents. Their real names were Harley Napier and Jack Napier, but everyone knew them by different names. It was a hard standard for someone like Lucy to live up to.

"Well then, why don't we move on to happier subjects, okay Lucy?" Dr. Johnathan Crane replied, not fazed at all from the vividly gruesome description. Lucy then decided to switch tactics in convincing the doctor that she was still one hundred percent crazy, but if she couldn't convince him then she would be sent to be lethally injected.

"Oh come on doc, why so serious?" she laughed at him in that creepy, high pitched demented laugh of hers. "Fine Dr. J, you want happy I'll give you happy. When I was little, you sent my mom and dad here to Danvers instead of home to me and my brother. They didn't do anything wrong."

"They tried to kill the mayor and the commissioner. You and your brother were safer without your father there abusing you and your psychotic mother every chance he got." Dr. Crane informed Lucy in a very bored tone, as though he had repeated this line very often.

"Don't you dare talk about my family that way Dr. J or you'll be very, very sorry you ever mentioned their names." Lucy threatened in a very deadly tone. It was almost as if all the world's water had frozen and collected in this teenager's voice. "Now why is it so hard to understand that they were never a threat to me or my brother? They loved us, my father never touched us and my mother wasn't crazy, stupid and irrational maybe, but not crazy! Now how about we get back to the session before you get yourself fired for not doing your job, k Doc?"

"Why did you kill your parents, Lucy?"

"I told you that I won't answer that, not yet at least. Ask me something else."

"Alright, we'll start with something easy then. What did your family do for Christmas?"

"We did what every other family does, we opened presents and pretended that Santa was coming."

"Anything special, any traditions that your family had?"

"Ya actually, we used to pile into our car and drive around to our favourite houses to look at Christmas lights and decorations. The snow would be drifting and floating its way to the ground, while we sat cold and shivery with warm hands from the hot chocolate we were drinking. The lights would seem to dance and sway in the wind and our eyes would reflect the lights and snow. We would always be smiling as hard as we could. It would be one of the few times we actually saw our parents. The rest of the year they would either be plotting how to kill 'him' or how to take over the city and cause panic." Lucy replied lost in a cloud of snow and Christmas lights behind her eyes.

"Lucy, are you still with me? I want you to tell me what your happiest memory is."

"My happiest memory? Well, uh, there's a lot to choose from Dr. J but I don't think I have a happiest memory, I think I have a collection of happiest memories. My favorite from all of those would have to be when ma and dad sent me and my brother to live with our aunt for a while, all those times you sent them here. Guess you can't do that anymore, eh Doc." Lucy giggled humorlessly.