“I never told anyone, but I once murdered someone,” I began. My therapist looked at me with shock in his eyes. How could a little thing like me kill anyone? I was 5’2” and barely weighed 110 pounds. But, here I was confessing my greatest secret. “Daphne, why don’t you tell me what happened?,” he asked. I sat back in my chair. “I was locked in an abandoned asylum. It was me and a few friends,” I began. I remembered that night like it was yesterday. “Suddenly, one by one each of my friends started disappearing. Then later we would find their lifeless bodies.” He looked at me desiring to want to know more. “By the end of the night, it was just me and Linc left. We thought we had found our way out but instead we were face to face with a scary, crazy looking man.” I shuddered at the thought of him. “He had this look in his eyes. It was the creepiest thing I had ever seen in my life.” I closed my eyes remembering his straggly, brown beard and hair. I began to shake. “Linc was coming up behind him. He turned to stab his knife into Linc when I suddenly jumped up and pushed him away. It was then that I was able to smell him. He smelled of death. I remembered each of my friends that had come with me that night. I had to do something.” Dr. Littleton urged me on, “Go ahead, Daphne.” “I looked around and saw a gun laying on the ground. I have no idea where it came from. But, I grabbed it and pointed it straight at the man. I pulled the trigger a few times,” I continued. “I watched him fall to the ground. I dropped the gun and Linc and I ran for our lives.” I was sobbing by this point. “We waited for hours until police arrived. We told them the whole story. The officer just shook my hand and sent us on our way.” Dr. Littleton looked at me dumbfounded. I knew he was going to check my story. How could he not? I just confessed to murdering a man; albeit in self-defense. I walked out of the office with my head held high.
Hours later, I was laying in Linc’s arms when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw that Dr. Littleton was calling. I immediately answered. “Hello, Dr. Why such a late phone call?,” I said. “I called the Hidden Oaks Police Department to verify your story, Daphne,” he said. “I figured you would. Are you satisfied that I am not a lunatic roaming the streets?” “In a way, yes. I believe that you are not a killer. But, I worry about you psychologically. Can you stop by the office again tomorrow?” “Sure, doc. I’ll be by tomorrow afternoon,” I replied. I hung up the phone and cuddled back up to Linc. It was amazing how such a bad event could bring two people together.
** This was a writing prompt where you began with "I never told anyone..." The characters and basic story are actually a part of one of my WIP. **