Redrum

what the hell is going on? im more confused than ever before in my life. replaying my father's words over and over in my head "she's not yours" what the hell does that mean. was i adopted? trying to dig deeper into my own head as we run as far up the stairs as we can i cant think of anything. Literally nothing from before moving in with liams family i can remember clearly. its a jumbled mess inside my own head that would surely land me in an institution. i cant decipher what is real and what isn't. as we reach the top landing we see something in the ceiling. kind of like a latter.

"harry, can you pull that down?" i ask and he looks to where im talking about. "um i think so" he says and tries to reach up and pull it down. on the third try hes able to get ahold of a small string and pull making a ladder appear. we give each other quizzical looks and decide we should take a look. going up the ladder we enter what looks to be an attic with papers scattered everywhere. theres a small lamp on the ceiling and turn it on after weve closed the entrance to the attic. "ill look over here you look over there." i say and he nods and kisses my temple and heads to the other side leaving me smiling at his back.

turning to dig through the mess of half pieces of paper and molded junk its actually really disgusting. thought it doesnt look like the waters reached all the way up here. casually digging through the scattered papers i take a quick glance at one before moving on, but it seems to have caught my attention. looking back to harry i notice hes reading something so i look at the paper again. its not just a paper, its a file. like a patients file. reading the paper it talks about how this 8 year old girl killed her babysitter and was discovered to have a split personality. crazy to think people like that are real especially children. as i read it keeps my attention telling the whole story of the stabbing and how she stabbed the girl 37 times. a fucking 8 year old killed a 17 year old. how crazy is that?

how she was brought into this asylum and medicated for a few years until they deemed her to be sane enough to be allowed back into society after having some kind of hypnotist come in and do some crazy shit to her mind. making her not remember what she had done, and believe herself to be normal. i hear harry let out a laugh and i look over to him. "whats so funny?" i ask him and he shakes his head. "some of these stories of the patients are kinda funny. name calling and throwing things just ammusing" he says and goes back to reading.

i continue looking through the file and come across a picture of the girl and am immediately shocked. the girls name is marie lamontane. not only is the name familiar but the girl in the picture is me.

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