Aisle Thirteen

Chapter 7

"No one knew about her. But then you said about an old lady. So I think it's her." Said the clerk.

I, Micaela, and the clerk were all sitting at the table on the corner of the grocery store.

There is a small table with three chairs, and we also bought juice bottles for ourselves.

"Who? Who is she?" I asked, eager to know about the woman who kept haunting me.

"Madame Deborah Olsen." The clerk turned to me.

"There was a mansion built in this lot in the 1930's."

"Deborah!" A woman shouted from the inside of the mansion.

Deborah hid behind the tree. She doesn't want to let the woman see her.

"Deborah! It's time for your medicine!" The woman shouted again.

"Deborah!" The woman kept calling her, and she stayed hidden.

After a few moments, she heard footsteps.

"There you are!" The woman found her. She grabbed her arm.

"I don't want to drink medicine! I'm okay! I'm stable! I'm healthy! I don't want medicine!" She keeps telling the woman.

"Shhh. Calm down. You'll be okay." The woman assured her.

"It will just make me feel sleepy and dizzy. I don't want it!" Deborah pleaded.

The woman ignored Deborah's plea. She needs Deborah to calm down, so she rushed her inside of the mansion, and forced her to drink her medicine.

Deborah is suffering from bipolar disorder. She's in denial about it. Although her parents wanted to help her, she keeps declining their help. She believes that there's nothing wrong with her.

But most of the time, she's angry even about petty things. She gets easily annoyed. She throws tantrums. She gets violent. That's why her family prefers that she stays asleep most of the time.

Deborah pitied herself. She doesn't want to understand her situation. She thinks that everyone leaves her for no reason. She thinks everyone hates her for no reason.

She has friends before, but no one stayed friends with her for a long time. All her friendships were short-lived. She attacks her friends while they were playing. She pulls violent acts towards her friends before, so no one stayed.

Her siblings are not allowed to play with her. Because she tends to bring physical pain to her siblings as well.

She's devastated about it. She felt alone. She felt unloved.

One night, at their mansion, she's inside her room. She heard voices.

"They don't love you."

"You're unimportant."

"They hate you."

"You're unloved."

"You're alone."

Little did she know that those voices weren't true. Little did she know that those voices were the voices of her own demons.

"Stop!" She screamed and covered her ears. But the voices won't stop. It invaded her mind. It annihilated all her senses. Until she lost it.

Midnight, everyone in the house were in deep sleep.

She grabbed a knife from their kitchen, entered her siblings' rooms, stabbed her siblings one by one.

She's facing the door of her parents' room. She entered.