I screamed,cried and fought as the police took me away in handcuffs. Psychopath,lunatic,they'd called me after finding my six year old son tied up and locked in our basement. They just don't get it. They don't understand what a wonderful mother I am. They don't know how much I care. Not just about my son, but about everyone. As I sit on the back of the police cruiser, I begin to sob even harder as I see an officer carry my precious son from our home. I tried to save him. I tried to save them. But there's no more I can do. The full moon rises in 3 hours.
