Don't Call Me Crazy

by Octavia Grant

What Meredith didn’t know, is most people preferred not to work with the brother/sister duo because of their need for the macabre. The NDA that they made their staff sign, protected their dark side. Meredith had no way of knowing that she had sent her best Anchor into the Lion’s Den.

In 1922, the facility had been a mental institution that house the clinically and criminally insane. But after it was discovered that some of the doctors had gone mad, and had been performing unethical medical practices, such as lobotomy’s, acid drips on exposed skulls, or forcing STD infected patients to have sex with non-STD infected patients.

“Understood. Well, I am in prison for castrating eleven men and sodomizing them with their severed useless dicks. After shoving their worthless penile shaft in their very experienced and already opened backdoor, I made them suck the filth off before I doused them with gasoline and set their worthless bodies on fire. Hearing them cry and beg for mercy did nothing for me. They didn’t mean it. Certain people can’t be saved. I don’t think I should be here. My actions were justified.

Do you know how hard she’s going to make my life when she realizes that I’m leaving her for her first cousin?”

“DON’T CALL ME CRAZY!” Amalia screamed crazily. Her once normal eyes appeared wide and wild.

As if she were Annie Wilkes from the 1990 movie Misery, Amalia swung the sledgehammer.

“Ivory you shouldn’t ask such offensive questions. I’ve never been an addict of any sort. Everything I’ve ever done was well thought out and calculated before the execution of the act. I have never taken a substance stronger than Tylenol PM nor have I ever taken a sip of alcohol. My body is a temple and I treat it as such. Like Sza said, ‘I did all of this with NO drugs. I did all of this sober.’ More importantly, I don’t have a remorseful bone in my body. Everything I did, needed to be done.” Amalia said seductively.

The person wearing the prettiest smile is often hiding a whole heap of secrets.

Life has taught me that the people closest to us are normally the people we have to watch the closest.

Isn’t it funny how people are quick to notice when a little girl is being fast, but those same people never notice when that little girl is being molested.”

During her journalism career, she’d hear how some mothers emotionally neglected their children, but daughters got it worse. Daughters were viewed as competition and therefore not given the love that they deserved.

“She said there isn’t a woman on this earth that can take my spot. She didn’t say that her husband hadn’t tried to put a child in her spot.” Amalia thought.

“Amalia, where is your father? Where is Royce Havoc?” In her faux Southern accent, Amalia smiled and said, “Oh, Ivory. I thought you’d never ask. He should still be where I killed him.”

So, when I saw a woman that I admired, I told my aunt and uncle that I wanted you to conduct my interview,” “Your aunt and uncle?” Ivory felt like she would pass out. She had no problem putting two and two together. She instantly knew Dale and Eunice were Amalia’s Aunt and Uncle.

“Don’t call me crazy!” She said through clenched teeth. Her face displaying every ounce of the crazy that resided within her.

As far as his organs, I ate a few just so I could shit it out onto him.” Amalia threw her head back and laughed. She always thought cannibalism was somewhat humorous.

“Amalia there has never been a mention of your father being dead or missing. Where did you hide the body?” Ivory asked quickly before the guards rushed Amalia out of the room. “I didn’t hide it. He’s exactly where I left him.” Amalia chuckled before the guards forced her out of the small room.

Inside the home, was the twenty-year-old decapitated remains of Dr. Royce Havoc. His leathery dried skin was draped over the back of a chair like a coat.

After finding her handwritten note, officers swarmed Annandale Supermax Prison, only to discover that Amalia Havoc had escaped. Sadly, when Sylvia Havoc was informed of her daughter’s escape, the fifty-eight-year-old suffered a massive heart attack. She did not make it. Unfortunately, at this time, the whereabouts of Amalia Havoc are unknown.