Charles' Pov

Great. Just great. It seemed that no matter what I did she just wouldn't stop. I don't know what went through her mind at that time but it really didn't help me much with what I had to do. I couldn't lose another psychiatrist. I just couldn't. I know Agnes went through a lot in the past but I thought Mark was helping with that. I guess he was since he got further than anyone did but I had no idea why she did it. I made it my mission to make sure Mark came back. I needed him in ways no one would understand.

Mark's Pov

Have you ever had that feeling where you feel like you succeed in whatever you did, and then it just blows up in your face catching you off guard? And then you have no idea what you're going to do afterwards? Yeah, I'm guessing you already know I had that feeling considering I was laying in my couch watching Titanic and drinking Vitamins for women. I know right. I was really messed. But I mean come on. What else was I supposed to do? I even promised myself I wouldn't go back there. And my mom has practically been bombing my phone but I really didn't feel like talking to her. She's going to tell me one of those smart things that mother's always says, you know, something like the hard decisions can sometimes be the right decision. Those kind of things that change your mind and make you feel stupid. Yeah, those kind of things.

It was the award winning part of the movie, the part that was supposed to make everybody cry. 'Jack, there's a boat. Jack, there's a boat.' I know right. Two minutes of 'I'll never let go, I'll never let go' and what happened at the end. She let go. Instead of him saving her why didn't he let her take 5 minutes out of the water and then let him take 5 minutes. But no, he chose to be a gentleman and look where that got him. Dead.

I could not believe I was sitting at home worrying about Titanic when I had my life to worry about.

For the one hundredth time since I came home my phone rang making me groan in response. I figured if I didn't answer then I'd never have peace. So I did and it was Charles.

"Mark, thank god. I thought you migrated."

"No. Not yet."

"Listen, I know this isn't what you expected and I know you're seconds away from quitting but this is crazy Mark. Agnes is crazy but hear me out when I say that I am truly sorry. This was not what I wanted or expected either but if you want I could get you transferred." For a moment I thought about it. Getting transferred didn't seem like a bad idea at the time, to be honest it sounded wonderful. Nothing else came to mind but getting out of that place.

"Yeah, sounds good."

"Ok, great. I sort of expected you to, you know, sue the asylum and stuff like that."

"No, what do you expect at a mental institution?"

"Exactly. And I'm sorry that it didn't work out the way you wanted it to."

"No problem."

"I don't mean this in a weird way but if you want you could, maybe say bye to Agnes. As you know you're the only psychiatrist that ever got this close to Agnes." Call me crazy, delusional, mental, or whatever came to mind but did want to see Agnes for one last time even though she tried to kill me. I know, I know, I was saying I wanted nothing more to do with her and now I wanted to go see her. Maybe I was delusional but something strange happened that made me want to see her. A voice. A woman's voice told me to go and see her and for some reason, I couldn't deny.

"Yeah, I would want that."

"Great. So I'll see you later?"

" Yeah, sure." I immediately hung up trying my best to forget of what I agreed to do. I agreed to go back to the same person who tried to kill me. The same person that almost choked the life out of me. But for some reason, I got the intention that Agnes needed me more than I needed her. I just couldn't make myself trust her. How could I have been the idiot that convinced myself to trust a mental person. I know, I surprise myself too but at times I enjoyed her company and up to this day I have no idea why.

Agnes' Pov

Worried would be an understatement. I was panicking. As I paced from one side of the room to another while chewing at my fingernails, one thought went through my head. What was wrong with me. I pulled at my hair and hit my head as hard as I could, nothing happened. I was still the monster everyone saw me as, the monster I will always be. I couldn't stop myself. It was happening all over again. All of it. I was the monster everyone feared I'd be. I could've killed myself if the steel door didn't open and Mark stepped in. I almost jumped for joy when I spotted him. I feared he would've left me to rot in the institution. The biggest grin I've ever had was attached to my face.

"Mark! Thank God! I th-" I was about to walk up to him and hug him but he stepped back showing he was afraid of me. I felt my heart crash to the floor. All my life I've been locked up in a white room because people were afraid of me and at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to die at the fact that Mark was one of those people. One of those people who wanted to be nowhere near me and who despised me. They despised me since I was eight and I lived through every moment of it. Every moment of people looking at me in horror and terror because of what I am. And then I made the closest person to me afraid. At that exact time I wasn't worrying about the pain from my back but my heart felt as if it was ripped out of me. To make it worse, I noticed there was someone right next to him. He was guarding him... from me.

"Look Agnes, I didn't plan on staying long, I just came to say goodbye."

"W-why? Where are you going?" He was nervous. I could've told by the way he rubbed the back of his neck. I just didn't know why.

"Um, Charles got me transferred to this new asylum in Ohio. So I have to go there."

"Oh. When will you be back?" He stared at me for a while without saying anything. I was praying he'd say at least 2 days.

"I won't." I don't where the guard went but I was guessing he got bored and went with the others but my mind wasn't set on the guard. It was set on the fact that the person that was more closer to me than anyone just said they were never coming back.

"W-what do you mean you're not? You have to."

"Enlighten me on why I have to. You almost killed me in case you forgot." I cringed at his words but ignored them.

"I know and I'm sorry but you can't leave me. You can't leave me like everyone else does," I was already starting to cry. I don't usually get so emotional on stuff but I couldn't stop myself from crying. "Everyone always leaves me and I can't take it anymore! I can't! My family left me-"

"Your family didn't leave you! You killed them!" Everything stopped. Again my heart broke even more than it already was broken. I know he didn't mean to say it by his expression but it still hurt me.

"Y-you honestly think I killed my family?"

"That's what Charles said-"

"That's what everyone'll say! It's not true! I would never kill my family! People only say that cause that's what they saw!"

"Tell me Agnes. What exactly did they see?" I shook my head refusing to recall the memory. "Come on Agnes. You have to tell me what happened... Help me help you." I tried my best to keep the story to myself because I didn't want to cause any tragedy or anything but there was something about him that made me want to blurt everything out. I wanted to tell him the truth even though I knew it was the wrong choice but I couldn't help it. I wanted to get out of the grief and haunting that they trapped me in for years. So I recalled the memory of the day my parents died. The day everything changed,

"It's so unfair, I don't want you to go. Why can't you stay here with all of us?" I watch as my dad puts his suitcase by the door. I don't want him to go. He isn't living with us anymore because of something my mom did. Daddy said that he and my mom weren't married anymore which does not help my curiosity of what my mom really did.

"Oh, princess you have no idea how much I want to stay but I can't. I'll be living in another house but you guys will still visit every weekend." He says as he pushes a strand of raven-coloured hair behind my ear but I push away his hand.

"I don't want to visit every weekend. I want you to stay here with me." I say as tears rush down my cheeks leaving a trail behind. He sighs and crouches down to my eight year old height.

"I can't." my mom suddenly appears behind me and holds my shoulders but I push her hand away from me and move to the bottom of the stairs that was very close to the door but not directly in front of it. I look back at the woman that gave birth to me and the man that raised me and shout to both of them the words I have never said before.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU! I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!!" I can see the hurt in my mother and father's eyes but I don't care. I make a run for it. I run directly to my room and slam the door behind me. I jump on top of my bed and hug the teddy bear my mother gave for my sixth birthday and I cry. I cry and cry until I run out of tears and energy to cry any longer. I don't hate my parents. I in fact love them. I guess I was too harsh on them because after all they did make me. I don't know how but they did it with some kind of magic that a witch gave to my mother. At least that's what she told me. I get up from my bed and slowly open my door on my way to apologise to my parents. I guess the guilt was practically eating me alive. I walk to the top of the stairs and hold on to the rail trying to make my way downstairs but all of a sudden, it is as if something hit me from the back of my head and I come tumbling down the stairs with the pain cutting through me until everything went blank.

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I wake up with a pain in my leg and my head not seeming to quit hurting. I am on the ground at the bottom of the staircase due to my fall but thank the heavens I'm all right. I fell and no one bothered to help. Wow. I wrap my arms around the back of my head hoping the pain would stop but instead my heart did. There, right in front of my eyes, is my family, on the floor, covered in blood. Anjelo, Alleandro, Mom, Dad, they're all there. I can't believe my eyes. They weren't moving. I slowly walk towards my brother, Anjelo, praying it was some sort of game they're playing as punishment but usually, Anjelo would be smiling because of what a terrible actor he is. He isn't smiling and his throat was separated at the side. My hands immediately shoot to my mouth not believing what I'm seeing. My brother, my happy adorable baby brother is... dead. I look towards Alleandro, Anjelo's twin, but felt like puking when I did. He wasn't in any better condition. His head wasn't on his body. I want to scream, cry more than I am now and run into my mother's arms. The thought made me look for my parents and I easily spot them. My father eyes aren't no where to be seen. They were... gone. My mother looked decent. The only damage done to her is her stomach. There is a knife sticking out of her chest and blood is coming out like a waterfall. I quickly ran to her, kneeling down next to her, hoping, praying that she was alive. I still don't believe my eyes. My parents would never leave me. I wrap my hands around the knife ready to pull but before I do the door is broken down and I freeze. A group of guys in black and blue rush in with big guns that have me trembling. When they spot me they point their guns at me with confused eyes, telling me to freeze more than I already did. I'm also confused with why they're pointing their guns at me then it hits me as I look down. My hands. They are wrapped around the knife that is still inside of my mother's chest.