I’m Not Crazy
I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy, Why aren’t you listening I keep telling you. I’M NOT CRAZY!
Those words echoed over and over as I stared at the mirrored glass window, all I saw was myself, but I knew they were on the other side watching me, I’d seen the movies. My eyes wandered over my appearance and I was a bit shocked myself I kept forgetting what my other half could do to me. I opened my mouth to explain to defend myself to tell them I hadn’t been the one to kill those people. My lips wouldn’t move. My dark rimmed eyes trailed down the reflection of my face to show my why I could no longer speak. Oh that’s right. She’d sewn my lips shut, so that I wouldn’t tell on her.
I didn’t do it! You have to listen to me! I didn’t kill those people!
My mind screamed out in protest and I struggled against the heavy fabric of the straight jacket they’d put her in. My eyes looked back up to the reflection of myself and I struggled again. I didn’t do this! I’m not crazy! It was no use, they could not hear my thoughts, and I could not speak them. I could not explain. The voice in the back of my head cackled at my struggles at my pain my tortured captivity it had caused.
No use, no use at all… Another wicked spine chilling laugh was heard in my head and I flinched at the crude horrible sound I wish I couldn’t hear. But I could, and I always would. That half of me. The one that WAS crazy.
They’ll never hear you, and if they did they’ll never believe you… It told me cruelly and I felt a tear stream down my cheek. I’d ran from this thing in my mind for so long. I’d wanted it away, I’d wanted to get away. I had succeeded for a while. But it caught me. As I knew it would, one day.
You can’t run from me anymore…it’s just you and me… the reflection had spoken that time and I stumbled back losing my balance I fell and watched as the other me stared down at my shaking frame. Still grinning ear to ear at my pain.
I’m not crazy…
Oh yes you are.