The Black Death

Chapter three

The rebellion

"Hello miss. Marshal, before we start I must asked you a few things" he say as he puts his pen down
"Of course doctor" I say as I sit down
"What did you mean when you said everything will become clear at the end?" He asked In a suspicious way
"I was talking about my story doctor, what else would I talk about" I replied "what are you really trying to ask doctor?"
"Did you have anything to do with mr.Perez trying to cut his arm off?" He asked a little demanding
"doctor I was in here with you the whole time, there is no way I helped him cut his arm off" I told him
"Alright then, let's get back to the story" he say

During all that bullying and harassment I rebelled a lot, I snuck out of the house to go to parties, get high and drunk with people that I didn't know or even better that didn't know me. I snuck guys and girls into my dads house to sleep with them more then once, And only got caught once but it was a girl and my dad didn't know I was bisexual at the time so he just was mad I brought a friend over with out telling him.

"Why did you rebel so hard and for so long" the doctor asked
"My demons of my past doctor were very convincing" I replied
"Tell me about your child hood, how was that?" He asked
"Soon doctor, soon" I said

Soon i started becoming this completely different person that underneath I didn't like at all but it was better for her to be showed to keep people away then for the real me to show and to risk getting hurt again and again, over and over by different people and the same people. I tricked my teachers into keeping my grades up by telling them sad stories.
I also did this to get my dads attention, cause he was mostly focused on my little brother then me. Like I said we argued a lot and the only way I could get his attention was if I was to rebel and not listen or go to school or disappear for a fear days.

"Doctor, have you ever felt true darkness?" I asked
"I'm not sure I know what you mean" he said
"That moment in time were you realize nothing can fix you, no one can help you, when you walk, talk, breath it's not you. I'm not talking about a slit personality no! I'm talking about that hole many people fall into but very few people get out of, and very little people just sink deeper and deeper till you can't see the light and you need to make your own, your own light your own way out, and this true darkness it's deeper then depression its deeper then suicide. It's the pain of not wanting to leave the darkness cause your scared the light will hurt and that the darkness is the only thing you know. The voices turn beautiful and the demons become your only friends and you listen to your friends and they tell you it's a bad idea to leave the darkness and anyone that tells you other wise is your enemy and is trying to hurt you and burn you with the light but deep inside you know it's not true but those are the good thoughts that got pushed so far away by the bad ones that you barley hear the good ones anymore they turn into a faint whisper" I said

"Miss. Marshal is that what's going on in side your head right now? Is that what you are battling with?" The doctor asked
"You can not answer a question with a question doctor" I said
"Maybe not true darkness as you may say but I have struggled with my own demons of depression" he said
"I was diagnosed with sever bipolar depression and angry issues that's why I am here you know, they think I'm crazy" I said with a tear rolling down my face "people pretend to care but they really don't want to deal with the sadness and I think that's what pushes people further and further into the darkness people show that they don't care"

"You never answered my question? Miss. Marshal" he said
"But I did, you asked if That is what is going on inside me and I answered and you did not listen but it's not your fault, no one listens they hear but never listen. there are only a few people that listen but they are also in to deep darkness there selves so they can not help, you can only listen to each other and to hope you will help each other out" I replied

"I was depressed about the death of my wife and child, my wife died giving birth to our son and my son died two hours later" he said "let me be your partner in the dark to help you out Miss. Marshal"
"I am very sorry for your loss doctor but you are no longer depressed about it just sad, but yet you still fight your demons and I have been fighting for so long that like being by my self no one can help someone that's likes being alone or thinks they do" I said

Someone runs into the room they both look at the door and it's one of the patients telling the doctor and marshal that they need to come look at what happened to marshal room. They both room out and down the hall to see a crowd around the door of the room marshal and the doctor push threw to look in to see that someone destroyed marshals room. She walked in with the doctor and she knells to the ground with all her ripped up art work and starts to cry, they doctor looks around and sees that everything is broken and that there is blood and shit all over the walls.

"You see doctor, they ripped up the only thing that listened to me the only thing that keeps me calm in my dark states. She ripped up my drawings!!!" I said to the doctor

"They are drawings Miss. Marshal can't you draw new ones" he said
"THEY ARE NOT DOCTOR!" I yelled "I drew my family I don't remember what they look like, I drew my friends that I haven't seen In years......I drew the only person in the world that stayed by my side threw everything, I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE DOCTER!!" I said in angry
"You said she, do you know who did this?" He asked
"You guys have cameras, look for your self" I say as I get up and go with John out of the room as he tried to comfort me

" Malcolm!" the doctor yells
"Put everyone back to there rooms and then meet me in the security room, I want to know who did this and why" the doctor said angry

They look in at the cameras in the security room to fine the girl that marshal ear she bit off stealing the keys from one of the guards and sneaking into Miss. Marshals room and then leaving 30 minutes laters, they doctor and three guys in white went to that girls room but she wasn't there they look everywhere but when they got to the basement, they found her in the boiler room with her neck cut open and blood everywhere. They put the hospital on lock down and then called for help, it took half the day to clean up the girl and marshals room. Two days later the doctor called Miss. Marshal into his office and sat her down he then pulled out a folder and told her to look at it.

"What is this?" I ask
"Open it" he said

She opens the see her drawings are back and looked like new

"But doctor I don't understand how?" I asked
"Malcolm, John and my self collected all the pieces and found someone to put them back together and redraw them exactly how you drew them, so It didn't look different at all" he said and asked as Malcolm and John walk in
"No, they look just like the originals, thanks you so much" I say as I get up and hug all three of them

A few days later..

"So I heard you fixed her drawings?" The warden said
"Yes, she was very happy to see them" the doctor said
"I hope you remember what she did to get in here, don't play her like she's stupid doctor Adams. She's a very bright murder who knows how to warm her way threw people and there heads" he said
"I do remember and I also remember that they didn't have enough evidence but still pinned everything on her cause of how she is" the doctor said
"Evidence or not doctor she is still a nut job and a murder on paper and THAT sir is why she is here cause she is harmful to others" The warden said
"Sometimes paper lies sir, now if you excuse me I would like to go home if you don't mind. Have a nice night" the doctor says before he leaves the building to go home