Your Point Of View

I felt someone shake me and I opened my eyes to see some blinding, flashing colors coming from my window. I turned over and saw a police officer with a bushy mustache. "Hello officer." I said, smiling. He didn't respond but jumped to the questions. "State your name." He said. "Y/n L/n." I answered. The officer took note of whatever I said. "Do you know the two people out there?" He asked and pointed to the living room where Mama and Father were sleeping together. I rose up from my bed and walked into the living room, shocked to find their limp and lifeless bodies on the floor. I then noticed a glint out of the corner of my eye. Looking down, I saw a knife in my hand. I had been gripping a bloody knife. Had I done this? Another officer took my hand as he lead me outside.

The sound of the sirens remained in my head all night. I watched as many officers came in and out of my home with tools and even the bodies of Mama and Father being taken away. It felt like a nightmare and yet, I saw it all. I wanted my friend Billy but he appeared to be busy. I remember very little of what happened before. Mama and Father had a fight because of Father's issue. I stayed in my room where I met up with Billy who had a idea for some fun because I didn't want to interrupt Mama and Father. That's all I remember. I couldn't recall anything after that.

When, they finished, a priest came by to bless the house and everyone left. Finally, I saw Billy floating in mid air. No one could see him but me. He had been a dear friend ever since age 10. I still couldn't believe what just happened and thought of the 'fun' me and Billy would've had. Had he planned this? Had he done this? I didn't know how to answer these questions which took a stab at my heart. If I didn't kill them, then who did? That question scared me. Yet, what else could there be? Every time I thought of my parents, Billy always appeared in the picture. Always watching.

When I arrived at the police station, fear had over took my mind. Would I be taken to jail? I am too young! Mama, Father, I'm sorry for what I have caused you. I want to die. Every fear imaginable came about during my time there. I kept asking questions like 'Will I be in jail?', 'Will I die?', 'Are my parents dead?', the list goes on and on. The officers kept telling me that everything would be fine while I kept thinking of death. I have heard of the death pentally and what could happen in my life from then on. I'm only 12! I felt so many emotions. Rage, fear, grief, I didn't know how to handle it.

The hammer slammed onto the table. Silence filled the room while everyone appeared on the edge of their seats. "Y/n L/n is not found guilty by reason of insanity!" I felt relieved. I became glad I didn't have to die young but what could this choice lead me to? When the trial ended, I had been taken to a large white building with doctors and nurses montioring other people. Some adults, some kids. I looked up at the police officer. I couldn't see his eyes which made me worry so I squeezed his hand for comfort. Did he even know of what would happen to me? Does he know this place? What will happen to me? Mama, Father, I miss you! Where are you now?! Help me! Help me! Please! I met with a tall man who had ruffled white hair. On his name tag, his name read Fiddle Ford and he had to be my therapist for awhile.

He showed me to a room which had two beds. A boy sat on one of the beds, rocking back and forth, muttering to himself. Fiddle Ford introduced me to the boy whose name is Mason but he liked being refered to as Dipper. I sat down beside Dipper with myself swinging my feet over the edge. "Wh-What's your-your c-c-c-cause?" Dipper asked. I had been staring at the floor so the question made me jolt up. "I-I-I-I rather n-n-not tell........n-n-not now........" I answered, honsetly. "I-I-I know y-y-you........right kiddo?" Dipper looked up at me as something strange had changed his eyes. They were big bug eyes, glowing yellow. Dipper got off the bed and began to approach me. I grew afraid and as a instinct, I kicked him in the crouch. That seemed to be a good distraction as he winced in pain, covering his crouch with his hands. "W-W-W-Why y-you lit-little b-b-b-bitch!" He yelled. I ran to the metal door, banging on it, screaming for help.

"Someone! Anyone! Help me! Someone! Anyone?!" I kicked the metal door several times, having the sound echo off the walls. Through the window, I saw a few doctors come running to the door. One opened the door with a officer with a gun. I ran toward one of the officers, hiding behind him. "H-H-He tried to-to-to hurt-hurt me-e!" I stuttered, pointing to Dipper. Dipper had fallen to the floor, where he appeared to be sleeping. The doctors and officers looked at me with raised eyebrows. "I-I-I swear!" I tried to explain the situation to them.

But, they believed me as a liar.
Good imagination but bad logic.