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JUNE'S JULY- CHAPTER ONE
"I didn't kill my sister!" I screamed with a loud bang on the table in front of me.
"Then who did?" The woman's eyes beneath her glasses spelled disbelief.
I smiled with shaky lips, "It was May. She killed everyone."
The woman still didn't believe me, I'd been there for hours counting, trying to make them believe I didn't kill my sister or any of my family.
"What about him?" she slid a picture to me, my eyes were fully watered seeing my brother's huge smile in the photo. I shook my head to her, still saying the same thing.
"I didn't kill my brother." I began crying in a whisper.
Now, she seemed desperate, bringing her elbows to the table, pushing herself closer to lean in, with her eyes perfectly fixed on me, still beneath her glasses. "Who did it?"
"It was May!" I screamed again, "May killed them all! I would never hurt my family."
"You said May was your sister too." She responded.
"Yes, yes she is." I nodded quickly thinking she had started to believe me, "But then she got jealous of everyone and she decided to kill them."
She sits back more relaxed on her chair, "Why didn't you stop her then?"
"I... I couldn't." I sniffed, "May did it for me to realize too late. She framed me for her murders, I didn't do anything!" I said.
"May is dead." She raised a brow, "You confirmed that yourself. if she's dead, how did she kill everyone?"
I bent my head slowly realizing the truth I'd been dodging for years now, but in my mind, I knew I wasn't crazy, I knew May did what they say I did, why wouldn't anyone believe me?
"Well?" She kept her look at me, with her arms well tucked in to each other.
I pushed myself in my chair the closest I could to the table, my hands were cuffed behind my back, so I struggled to do it just to make my point clear again. "May is dead." I firstly responded. The woman nodded, "And?"
I shook my head swiftly, "But she killed them. I know she did."
"Did she kill anyone in your presence?"
"Yes," I sniffed, "She killed Marc. She did after convincing me he was going to tear us apart."
"What did you do?"
"I was scared my parents would find out. But she assured me they wouldn't. She made it seem he had an accident."
She sighed, "So you're saying, May, who died while you both were eight years old, came back to life because of you, then killed everyone who posed a threat to your relationship?"
I nodded in hope she finally believed me. "Do you want to know what I think?" She took off her glasses. I swallowed hard a ball of saliva that had been gathering itself in fright.
"I think May is actually dead. I also think you went into a false state believing she's alive, thereafter, you took the lives of those who tried to pull you out of that state. And for the fact that you and May are twins, you believed May did the killings and not you, for as you said, 'she got jealous of everyone' and 'wanted to be with only you.' June Carter, you killed your family, as well as a good number of those who tried to help you. You're sick and you deserve to be treated."
"No, no, you don't understand. I didn't kill anyone of them, May did it. She did it to protect what we shared! I'm not crazy! I've been seeing her all that while. She came back! She did!"
My pleas fell on deaf ears, the woman turned her head to the left and two hefty doctors came by and helped me up, I kept screaming as they took me out.
This was the third time being called out for questioning and being sent out the same way.
It was true I had a twin sister named May. I lost her on our eight birthday to a terminal illness. People thought I was crazy when I said May came back, she came back for me, for us. I refused celebrating our birthdays after her death, it wasn't the same without her. But look where all this had gotten me. Did I really kill them as she said I did? It was in my hands they found the knife I supposedly used stabbing my older sister when they came in after a distress call. I remember the way I stood above her with my blood stained gown and hands, the lights from the officers glimmered the sharp edges of the knife I held. In the dark corner, I saw May... She did it, but I was in the light of it all.
Another birthday is coming, I'll be 19, to say this all happened just the year before.
July 10th would make it a year I've been in St. Peter's hospital for the Far-minded. I just wish this wouldn't be another June's July for me.
"Then who did?" The woman's eyes beneath her glasses spelled disbelief.
I smiled with shaky lips, "It was May. She killed everyone."
The woman still didn't believe me, I'd been there for hours counting, trying to make them believe I didn't kill my sister or any of my family.
"What about him?" she slid a picture to me, my eyes were fully watered seeing my brother's huge smile in the photo. I shook my head to her, still saying the same thing.
"I didn't kill my brother." I began crying in a whisper.
Now, she seemed desperate, bringing her elbows to the table, pushing herself closer to lean in, with her eyes perfectly fixed on me, still beneath her glasses. "Who did it?"
"It was May!" I screamed again, "May killed them all! I would never hurt my family."
"You said May was your sister too." She responded.
"Yes, yes she is." I nodded quickly thinking she had started to believe me, "But then she got jealous of everyone and she decided to kill them."
She sits back more relaxed on her chair, "Why didn't you stop her then?"
"I... I couldn't." I sniffed, "May did it for me to realize too late. She framed me for her murders, I didn't do anything!" I said.
"May is dead." She raised a brow, "You confirmed that yourself. if she's dead, how did she kill everyone?"
I bent my head slowly realizing the truth I'd been dodging for years now, but in my mind, I knew I wasn't crazy, I knew May did what they say I did, why wouldn't anyone believe me?
"Well?" She kept her look at me, with her arms well tucked in to each other.
I pushed myself in my chair the closest I could to the table, my hands were cuffed behind my back, so I struggled to do it just to make my point clear again. "May is dead." I firstly responded. The woman nodded, "And?"
I shook my head swiftly, "But she killed them. I know she did."
"Did she kill anyone in your presence?"
"Yes," I sniffed, "She killed Marc. She did after convincing me he was going to tear us apart."
"What did you do?"
"I was scared my parents would find out. But she assured me they wouldn't. She made it seem he had an accident."
She sighed, "So you're saying, May, who died while you both were eight years old, came back to life because of you, then killed everyone who posed a threat to your relationship?"
I nodded in hope she finally believed me. "Do you want to know what I think?" She took off her glasses. I swallowed hard a ball of saliva that had been gathering itself in fright.
"I think May is actually dead. I also think you went into a false state believing she's alive, thereafter, you took the lives of those who tried to pull you out of that state. And for the fact that you and May are twins, you believed May did the killings and not you, for as you said, 'she got jealous of everyone' and 'wanted to be with only you.' June Carter, you killed your family, as well as a good number of those who tried to help you. You're sick and you deserve to be treated."
"No, no, you don't understand. I didn't kill anyone of them, May did it. She did it to protect what we shared! I'm not crazy! I've been seeing her all that while. She came back! She did!"
My pleas fell on deaf ears, the woman turned her head to the left and two hefty doctors came by and helped me up, I kept screaming as they took me out.
This was the third time being called out for questioning and being sent out the same way.
It was true I had a twin sister named May. I lost her on our eight birthday to a terminal illness. People thought I was crazy when I said May came back, she came back for me, for us. I refused celebrating our birthdays after her death, it wasn't the same without her. But look where all this had gotten me. Did I really kill them as she said I did? It was in my hands they found the knife I supposedly used stabbing my older sister when they came in after a distress call. I remember the way I stood above her with my blood stained gown and hands, the lights from the officers glimmered the sharp edges of the knife I held. In the dark corner, I saw May... She did it, but I was in the light of it all.
Another birthday is coming, I'll be 19, to say this all happened just the year before.
July 10th would make it a year I've been in St. Peter's hospital for the Far-minded. I just wish this wouldn't be another June's July for me.
