Insane

Chapter 5

It's been 3 hours since the inteview. Johnny would tell me every ten minutes that passed how long we were in there.

They threw me in a cell. Solitary. There is a big metal door and an old, rusty, stained bed that I am currently sitting on.

"This is torture. They can't do this!" Johnny shouts as he paced the small 6 by 8 room. "You didn't even do anything!"

I don't answer him, I just stare at the dark and grimy ceiling that had patches of- is that mold? This place probably hasn't been used for years.

"You okay?" Johnny asks, freezing in place and staring at me intently.

"Are you... Are you really here, Johnny?" I whisper almost inaudibly, voice shaking. "Are you really a person?"

"Of course I am! Don't you even say that, Char, of course I'm here!" Johnnys voice rises a bit, his cheeks flushing pink.

"Then how come the tape showed ME beating that poor kid to death?! How come you weren't even shown on the tape?! EXPLAIN THAT!" I shout angrily at him, eyes blurring.

"I..." Johnny is quiet, and that is the only answer I need. My whole body is shaking and I'm crying, but no tears are coming out. It's dry sobs that tear through my throat.

Johnny walks over, trying to comfort me. He rubs my back, and if he wasn't the one I was mad at I would have found it comforting.

"Go away, Johnny." I whimper.

"What?"

"Get out! I know you can. You said you would be here as long as I want you. I DON'T WANT YOU ANYMORE!! YOU AREN'T REAL! YOU AREN'T REAL AND YOU AREN'T HERE!" I am yelling, and my hands are cupped over my ears, eyes squeezed shut and I am curled up in a ball. "YOU AREN'T REAL! I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A LIAR!" I shout, trying to get Johnny to dissapear.

"No, please don't do this, Charlotte, you're the only person I have." Johnny says quietly, voice shaking.

"GO AWAY!" I yell, body shaking violently.

"CHARLOTTE, THINK THIS THROUGH!" He shouts back, and I know he is crying.

"I SAID LEAVE!!" I sob, rocking back and forth on the bed, arms now hugging my knees.

There is no answer, and I know he is gone. I cry, loud sobs that burn my throat, and I shout at the cement walls as I think that maybe I really am crazy.