Falling Apart

I'm not Crazy

Pinkie Pie

No. No, this isn't happening. "I didn't kill anyone, I swear!!" I plead with the nurse, my head lowered and my hot pink hair spilling out all over my shoulders and my legs. My lip trembles and my eyelids twitch as tears slide one by one down my cheek and drop onto the dull, dusty material of the straight jacket and hospital pants.

I want so badly to close my eyes and pretend that it's not real, like this knot in my heart doesn't hurt in the agonizing way that it does and that I'm just having a bad dream. But I can't close my eyes. That's all I see every time I close them, blood, death. My friends, my sister, their corpses stuffed in my wardrobe, their blood staining my carpet, my skin. I clench my fists inside my confinement, digging my nails deep into the flesh of my palms. No, I didn't do it. I'm not crazy.

"Miss Pie, stop fighting me and just take responsibility for your actions," The nurse states curtly, sounding impatient and bored. She wants to go home, but so do I. I guess neither of us are getting home any time soon. I glance at her shiny black name tag; Nurse Redheart.

"Nurse Redheart, I'm not fighting, I'm telling the truth!" I whimper, my whole body shaking with the tremors of sobs threatening to burst out from my chest.

"Then explain this, dear," Redheart drawls, anything but kind or understanding. "Your finger prints were all over the crime scene. Their blood was all over the clothes you tried to get rid of. The ones you stuck in a public dumpster. And..." She takes a deep breath, small droplets of sweat glistening on her mushy forehead. "Their bodies..."

"Were in my wardrobe..." I whisper, my voice trembling and cracking, an office higher than usual. "I know... When I found them I called the police..."

She simply nods, aggravated that I interrupted her. "And your parents lied to you, honey," her voice is harsh, beating down on my ears like a clashing symphony. They... lied? "There was no burglar who killed your sister, it was you."

"I LOVED MAUD!" I scream, my voice echoing around the small chamber. I lean forwards, my skull pressed against my knees as I frantically bounce them up and down. I shake my head. "I was a child..." I hiss. "I was five and I LOVED HER."

Redheart sighs again, and I can hear her stupid pen scribbling against the paper on her clipboard. I clench my jaw, my teeth grinding together almost painfully. My head throbs as more tears escape my eyes, my cheeks sopping wet and flustered. "You're more sick than we thought."