nightmare

I was thinking about what happened that day. I was so confused by it all, and I’m not sure if it was because I hadn’t eaten all day or because I hit my head when I fell down. Or maybe both. All I know is that any feeling, any nuisance I may have had, it all faded away when I saw his body.

He was lying there in the living room right in front of the apartment, his limbs awkwardly bent and uncomfortably naked. People say I screamed aloud when I saw him, this I do not know, but I remember snapping out of it when the police escorted me out. I could not even see his body anymore.

He was dead. This much was real. His family wasn’t hiding they all thought I did it and they all made sure to let me know they hated me. But how could I? I didn’t have the stomach for watching his body in that state let alone causing what had been done to him. Not a single bone in his body was spared and his face was nothing more than a mush.

I can understand them thinking I was to blame, I took him from his home to live with me, we were together for a very short time but still, we were madly in love. Besides, his death makes absolutely no sense. We were happy, I was carrying his baby and they both left me, WHY DID THEY LEAVE?! THEY MUSTN’T LEAVE!!

I distinctly remember talking with him on the phone. We were chatting about trivial things like we so often used to do while I drove home and there’s a moment where I remember hearing a scream just as I was getting inside the apartment. There was someone inside. I had to act, I had to fight, they tried to escape but WHY DO THEY ALWAYS TRY TO LEAVE?!

I could not see anything because the lights where all out. But how could someone brake in? I have everything locked at all times and I’m extra careful to close everything when I leave for groceries. Still, I had to act quickly so I grabbed the hammer I’m always taking with me and I just swung, over and over, again and again.

I remember that, as a child, my mom would use an ice cube whenever I scratched my knees. She told me that the cold helped my body heal so I took him to the fridge and WHY DOESN’T HE WAKES UP?! WHY DID HE LEAVE ME?!

The police arrived 10 minutes after the 911 call made from the building after hearing the wreckage from apartment 21. Sarah Charlson, 22, had abducted around 6 young men from the ages of 16 to 21. They all had broken bones, had suffered sexual abuse even post mortem and they were all stored in freezers with their heads violently disfigured. Her last victim was able to make a stand, causing enough noise for the neighboring tenants to call the police.

They say they love me, they tell me they want my babies, they come to my house to live with me, yet everyone leaves, WHY DO YOU LEAVE?! I won’t let you leave. I’ll take care of you, I’ll make your body better.

Sarah was diagnosed from dissociative disorder, we will not stand trial since while in custody, she began hitting her head against the wall, breaking her skull and causing severe brain damage. Officers tried to stop her but were unable to prevent permanent damage. She’s currently in a coma and is expected never to wake up again…