VENGEANCE

"I'm in hell. These voices in my head, they're whispering to me, they tell me to do things, evil things that I don't want to do. I cant silence them. The more I try the louder they yell. why wont they just SHUT THE HELL UP..."   Zoe Andrews fell back in the hard wooden chair, screaming and clutching her head in her hands.

Dr. Whitney Grey, quite startled at the outburst of this normally subdued girl, sat back and felt her pocket to ensure the pistol was still safely nestled inside.

Over the short few weeks Dr. grey had been seeing her, Zoe, who had been sickly in appearance to begin with, had taken a turn for the worse.

Her skin was drawn tight over her cheekbones, her eyes were more  hallow and bloodshot, and she had grey streaks in her hair at the early age of twenty-three.

"Take a deep breath Zoe, and continue when your ready," the doctor urged in a reassuring tone. Zoe raised her head and re-rested her arms on her lap, then sighed, and resumed her hundred yard stare out the window.

"There's not much more to be said doctor. But I still have to keep visiting you, don't I? otherwise they'll send me right to prison. but I don't want to go to prison. I don't deserve it. Prison is for bad people, and I'm not a bad person. Those police, they are the evil ones, they wont listen to me, no one listens to me, and those who do don't believe me. I just want to go home. I just want to see my family." Zoe said all this rather accusingly as though she blamed her doctor for everything that had happened to her.

"Zoe, you attended the funeral of your family jut last week. After you killed them."

"Their...dead?" Zoe whispered softly.

Tears welled in her eyes as the doctor nodded slowly.

"NO. they cant be dead. YOU PROMISED. YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD LEAVE THEM ALONE...you promised...you promised...you promised..." Zoe repeated stubbornly over and over again banging her head in the arm rest of her chair. The doctor jumped up and held Zoe's head in her arms to prevent her from reaching the chair again.

"You don't remember killing them?"

"ME?!?!? YOU THINK I DID THIS TO THEM? THEY WERE MY FAMILY. I LOVED THEM. YOU PROMISED THEY WOULDN'T GET HURT YOU EVIL SON OF A BITCH!!"

The doctors hand inched slowly toward her pocket as she stared in horror  as Zoe broke down completely, allowing whatever sliver of sanity she had managed to grasp onto till now float away like a leaf in the Autumn wind.

"YOU'LL PAY," Zoe shrieked spitting at the doctors, her face contorted with rage.

"Zoe, I want you to calm down and tell me what happened on October nineteenth, the day you were brought in here," the doctor spoke calmly despite the storm her nerves were stewing up inside of her.

"I wanted to find peace, that's all. All I wanted was a freedom from the burden of life. And when the voices started whispering to me, they promised me everything I wanted. I should have blocked them out, I should have told them to go away, but I was weak, and desperate so I allowed them to lead a blade to my skin, to poison my body with drugs, to strip me of my emotions one by one till all that was left was the pain."

The doctor listened intently as Zoe rambled. Zoe was completely unaware of the world spinning around her. She was lost in the deepest most irretrievable parts of her subconsciousness. The girl was as good as dead and the doctor knew it.

"But I had my family, my beautiful loving family. I couldn't hurt them like that. taking my life would break them, I loved them too much to see that happen. But I couldn't stay. I couldn't face the pain, I was already starting to crack from the pressure. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. So I saved them in the only way I knew how, I put them at peace. Saving them from the pain of this world. And now I am getting harassed for it, people are calling me a murderer. I am not a murderer I am a good person. I put them at peace. They are in a better place now thanks to me."

Zoe stopped and the doctor glared at her with pure hatred.

"You didn't help anyone, stop lying to yourself. You killed them because you were too scared to face yourself, the real you, the evil one."

Zoe glanced up at the doctor, who was now standing intimidatingly over her, with tear-filled eyes.

"That's not true. They are happy now..." 

"THEY WERE GODDAMN HAPPY BEFORE TOO, OR WERE YOU TOO WRAPPED UP IN YOUR OWN PAIN TO REMEMBER. I WAS ENGAGED TO YOUR BROTHER, YOU SELFISH LITTLE BITCH AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME. YOU KILLED MY ONE TRUE LOVE..."

Zoe put her head down on the desk in front of her, her body wracking with sobs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't. you didn't care to know. the day you murdered them was the night he was going to announce our engagement to you and your family."

"Don't use that word I don't like it, I helped them I didn't murder them."

"Your insane. You are completely insane. Your family is sitting in heaven hate watching your miserable existence right now. They despise you for murdering them."

"Don't say that. They know I meant well."

"Maybe so, maybe they do forgive you. But I know I never will."

"what are you gonna do?" Zoe whispered her voice quivering with fear.

"I'm going to give you what you wanted all along. Rot in hell you son of a bitch..." Whitney snatched the gun from her pocket and sent three bullets clean through Zoe's brain.

"Help me dear lord, I don't want to do this anymore.." Whitney whispered her cheeks stained with tears. Then she lifted the gun to her head and ended her own eternal hell....