Broken Innocence

Ch. I

If there were something I could change about that night, it would be that I did not torture them enough. The fact that I let them off way too easily only made me want to return to that night and to do so much more. But I couldn’t. What was done, was done. 

Do I feel any remorse for killing my family? 

No, I do not. 

Ever since that night after being dragged away from the home and into the back of a cop car, with neighbors watching while standing scattered around the front of my home in their pajamas, people have done so much to try to make me feel awful for killing them. I’ve gone through so many court hearings over the last few months as well as therapy and waiting to hear what they want to do with me. 

They trailed me as an adult since I was 16 years old at the time of the murder, but the woman that represented me in court tried to get me from going to prison by trying to get me to plead insanity. They brought to the court’s attention that I was sexually abused by my brother-in-law and stated I was only pushed to that limit. 

I agree

I have no problem with admitting that I’ve gone insane. That I enjoyed stabbing the man that tortured me for such a long time. 

After a year of the state pushing and shoving as to what to do with me, they finally decided to plead insanity on my case and I am to spend my time in a sanitarium. For how long? I do no know. All I was glad for was for the court hearings to be over.

So here I am.

17 years old in a white van entering a chain gate with brick walls all around a large brick building. My hands were chained in front of me, hooked to a chain that was tightly wrapped around my waist. I guess they thought I was going to try to kill someone again.

Smart people, no?

The van stopped and moments later the slide door opened, allowing the bright sunlight to pour in. Wincing, I look away and blinked a couple times before looking over, seeing a couple women and a single man in white outfits with another woman in a well-tailored gray suit with the skirt to her knees. Her blonde hair pulled back into a bun so tight that I could swear her face was going to tear. “Hello, Ari. My name is Miss. Pierce. I will be working with you during your stay here.”

I eye her, arching an eyebrow before licking my lips to speak. “Aren't I lucky?”

“Great! I’m glad you approve. Now, let’s get inside and show you around.”

The woman obviously dumber than a box of rock is she didn’t see the sarcasm. But I guess I’ll humor her while I’m stuck with the broad and act like I actually like her.

Sighing, I slip out, fighting with the chains that kept my hands within a certain length in front of me. The man stayed close, but apparently he knew I did not like men and he made sure to not touch me only if it was needed. What was I going to do? Run? With the chains on me, I couldn’t even scratch the god-awful itch on the tip of my nose at the moment. 

“So Ari-” Miss. Pierce started as she lead the staff and myself inside of the building. “While you’ll be staying here, you will be treated kindly and will be sure to make sure you get all the held you need. And since it’s lunchtime, let’s get you changed and then get us a bite to eat at the cafeteria and I will explain everything to you there. Does that sound good?”

I didn’t believe a word she was saying.

As I looked around, I could see the other patients walking in the same direction-my guess was the cafeteria-and they all appeared to be zombies. No emotions on their faces. Just pure...emptiness.