Capítulo 3: Why?
"Day 3…the date is June 9th, 2017. The time is 6:17 pm."
(Patient 15 seems to have reddish eyes but still maintains the normal behavior)
"How are you doing today Mike?"
"You know asking the same question over and over again is dumb."
"How so?"
"Because you are waiting for an answer you want to hear."
"And what is it I want to hear Mike?"
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Why didn't he say my name? He could have given me up but chose not too. This is so stupid. I shouldn't be worried. I should've been relaxing in my bed but instead I was pacing around my room sweating. Not a lot of things make me nervous. I can handle roller coasters, dangerous spiders, and even snakes. But for some reason this bothers me? Knowing my life could be ruined by the slip of the tongue. I should have known this day was going to come. I did know. I just didn't think it would happen so soon. The problem is I don't know where he's at. He wasn't at school today. So the other options was that either Charley was in jail awaiting trial or a Mental institution. So I began my search. So I hopped on my laptop and quickly googled some places he could be held at. The first place I saw was called Bird Rock's Mental Health Institution. It was roughly 15 minutes from where the school was so that would have to be the right location. Now the only question was how was I going to get there?
My hopes was that my parents would let me take their truck. But knowing my parents this wouldn't be a very viable option. So In any case I would just do what any other teenaged boy or girl would do. Just simply borrow it for a couple of hours. I have always been a safe driver in my eyes. No speeding tickets, traffic violations, or even parking tickets. So it's safe to say I'd be okay.
Around 9pm I had snuck outside with the keys and went on my merry way. Didn't take long before I reached the front entrance. It didn't really look all doomy and gloomy as you see in movies. It actually looked quite modernized to this date. Getting inside was even easier. All I did was tell the front desk I was Charlie's brother and they led me right to him.
I swear it was like a slow motion moment when I saw him. We immediately made eye contact and I stopped right in front of him. We didn't say anything to each other for what seemed like a century. Then I had to ask him one question…
"Why?"
Out of all the questions I had to ask, "Why?"
came out first. Why did he not say anything? I should have been in there and not not him. Don't get me wrong I'm not complaining one bit, but if worse comes to worse, I'm not trying to be in Charlie's position. So I had figure out why he proposed to silence.
"Because…" muttered Charlie
He looked as if he hadn't slept in ages. His eyes had more bags than an airport. His clothes, or should I say scrubs, we're torn from his pants to his shirt. He did not have any shoes on.
"Tell me why you're in here Charlie." I said
"Because I pled insanity, Mike that's why. I had a good enough lawyer to get me 6 months in here and 12 years parole. Didn't know that was possible but that's what I got."
"I know you didn't do this, it's not like you." I said.
"You don't know me mike!" He yelled
"Yea I fucking did it. I killed him. So what? I don't care. I'll kill you too if you try to fuck with me."
So I got my answer at least. He turned into an attention whore. Well if he wasn't already. I guess all the mail and local interviews really kept him motivated. But that was only temporary. One day he would be forgotten. What if he needed more attention? Then after no one remembers who he was then what?
"Local teen murderer says he's not guilty and knows who the real suspect is."
See how this became a problem for me? The only good thing was that I had time. I don't know how long, but I had time.
I didn't say anything back to him. I turned around and walked away. As I was walking away something had caught my eye. A girl. Not just any girl. I've seen her before. As I got a closer look it just clicked. That was the same girl I had helped from that drunk son of a bitch… but why was she here?
I walked towards her trying to remember her name. Abby? Ally? Allison! Why was she locked away? I had to ask.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked
"To be honest my father and I had another fight yesterday." She rebuttals
She had cuts and bruises everywhere but she look like she won the fight.
"Are you okay? I mean you're one tough cookie so I'm sure you are fine." I said
"Yea I'm okay, I just wish he would just stop fighting me."
"I can help you with that you know. I know a couple of people that could take care of that for you."
"Really? That's so sweet. I don't want you to hurt him please. Just teach him a lesson."
"I think I might have some ideas." I said with a smirk
"Where could I find this man exactly?"
"We stay together at 1356 West Night Avenue.
And hey, please be careful."
"Thanks."
I walk out but before I do I take a look back at my "best friend" sitting in the corner, rocking back and forth. What a punk
I get in the truck and put the address in my phone. Huh, only 15 minutes away. I guess I could make a quick trip to his house.
When I arrived at his house it's just a single story place. A little unkempt and kind of run down. White, chipped paint, boarded up windows, and a shit ton of weeds. Perhaps he isn't the one for lawns and that's fine to each their own but damn. I notice by one of the boarded windows some blood. About head level. I get out of the vehicle. As soon as my door closed a man with a shotgun came storming out of the door.
"What do you want boy can't you see I'm busy!" He screams
"Woaaahhh, I just had some questions for you sir." I said
"What kind of questions?" He asks suspiciously
"It's about your daughter, Allison." I said back
"Who the fuck is Allison?!" He yelled
What?
"Do you mean Charrlette?!" He said
Well that's weird. I'm pretty positive I got the address correct.
"I mean of course! My apologies sir! It's been a really long day." I reply
(A small silent pause)
He looked me up and down as if he was trying to read me. Shot gun still pointed at me.
"Come in, but quickly."
He walks me in. I could feel the barrel on my back. I'm one trigger squeeze away from becoming the holiest man in the house.
He sits me on the couch as he pulls up a wooden chair and sits on it right in front me.
With his raspy voice he says:
"What do you want to know?"
My brain stutters for a second. Trying to buffer what actually is happening. But I finally push out the words.
"I just wanted to ask how do you live day to day knowing you beat your daughter everyday of your life?" I said with a bit of anger
He scoffed. "You have no idea what your getting yourself into kid. You should do yourself a favor and leave before you get hurt."
"All do respect sir I know what I'm doing. And and I'm fully aware of what you are doing as well. So if you want to hurt me go ahead. But I guarantee I will hurt you way worse than you could ever hurt me. So don't fuck with me."
"I don't want to hurt you. Im not the one you should be worried about either." I informed
"What do you mean?" I questioned
"My daughter's real name is Charlotte.
She suffers from BPD and Schizophrenia. She likes to pretend if you want to call it that. She's in the nuthouse for a reason you know. She killed her mother… MY WIFE. Because Charlotte said the her mother was trying to leave her forever. She has attachment issues kid. You better hope she doesn't know your name yet. Because by that time she probably has your address too. Who knows who else shes gonna hurt." He explains
What…the…FUCK!
"Wait what about when I saw you hitting her while you were drunk." I questioned again
"I wasn't drunk kid. I was drugged. She tried to kill me too. She didn't put enough drugs in my drink. Everything was foggy. I could barely see and walk. Then the police showed up. Good that did huh. Think about it. Who's gonna believe that my daughter is capable of such things. It's more believable to say that I hit HER while drunk. Either way I gotta head out. Good talking to you kid. Oh yea by the way you should probably think about moving too. She gets out today. Hell, she might be out now. Just be careful you hear?"
I said nothing at all.
I sprint out of the door. Get into my truck. I waste no time turning it on.
"I have to fucking book it." I said to myself
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