(This story contains gore and

                      mentions of mental illness) 

There is a saying that accidents happen all the time. What if people didn’t believe it was an accident. Does it still apply to people who have been screwed by the justice system? Thats how I find myself locked in Brown’s House of the Mentally Ill.

What happened to my mother was an accident, but no one believed me. They all said no girl was the type to stab first ask questions later, or forget their mother was visiting. What do they know? We had one fight, and now I’m the villian?

I’m not going to let this own me, my hands gripping at my sides. He said it was my fault, that damn shrink. Like I wanted to kill my own mother. I could feel my blood boiling under my skin, getting angrier and angrier. Then I stop, and a small smirk plays on my lips. If he wants me to be the villain, why not show him what I could do?

They called me sadistic, but I don’t think that’s fair. I hear the doctor say over the speaker that he’ll be in my room in a few minutes, and I look around. My eyes land on the mirror across from me, and I stand. Slowly approaching the mirror, I see a tired, run down version of the girl I once knew. This girl has greasy hair, and large eye bags. The door behind me opens, and my shrink walks in.

He begins to talk to me, not caring that I was ignoring him. I can hear the insistant babbling from behind me, my eye twitching in annoyance. I finally turn around, and set my emotionless eyes on him.

“I didn’t kill her,” I state, not knowing whether or not he was even talking about my mothers murder.

“Emily, someone had to have and you were in the house. Her blood was on you,” he states, not wanting to argue again. I huff at him and turn again, staring into the mirror. I tilt my head, watching as the shrink stands in slow motion. I can see his lips moving, but no words come out. I know this feeling: I’ll hurt him if he gets near me.

The shrink places his hand on my shoulder and I turn fast, hand laying on the back of his neck. With all my strength I push his head forward and his face meets the mirror, shattering it. He falls to the ground and I grab a large shard, turning to stand over him. I could feel the warmth of the blood filling my hand, but no pain comes from it. I can see the moment he realizes that I am a threat to his life. He made me do it.

I fall to my knees and the shard plunges in and out multiple times. They said this is what I did to her, but I don’t remember. I’ll make sure this would be a core memory. Nurses rush in and one stabs me with a paralyzer, forcing me to release the glass shard. I gasp and crumple to the ground, eyes still glued to the shrinks bloody face.

My lips turn up as they rush medical in, trying to save what I wanted to destroy. I let out one more huff before the medical staff take him away, leaving me on the cold hard ground. I look at the mess on the floor, just knowing that they’d take my mirror privileges away. He wanted me to be the villain, so that’s what I became.