Victim of the Insane

PART I:

I took a long drag off my cigarette before forcefully laying myself on the couch to go to sleep. It had been a long day: I couldn’t afford dinner tonight, got pulled over this morning, and yet again, got denied another job.

I grabbed the T.V. remote and turned it on Channel 7, the news. “--Body found in the field in front of Henderson’s dime store. The body is unidentifiable as of now. All we know is–” The T.V. became background noise when I heard my phone ringing on the end table. I picked up and a friendly female voice greeted me from the other side of the line:

“Hello, may I speak to Jonathan Clark”

“This is he.”

Who was this lady? What did she want? Nobody ever rang me, it's always been letters. Why did I even have a phone to begin with?

"Yes, hello Mr. Clark. I'm calling because I'm concerned about you."

"u--uh-- why? Who are you?" Confusion hit my brain like never before.

"I work for the Henderson Police Department. Have you heard the news recently? Have you heard things that aren't there?"

I lit up another cigarette to calm my nerves.

"No ma'am, I do not think so. I did hear the news. In fact I was listening when you called."

"I just called to inform you that you're a suspect of the crime that we are actively investigating due to the voices in your head."

My heart was pounding...

"What voices? Ma'am I didn't commit no crime, I only heard of it tonight."

"I want you to come up to our station tomorrow morning and we'll go from there. Goodbye," she said.

"Bye." The line went cold when she placed her phone down.

I turned my attention to the T.V. which was now playing a health insurance advertisement. I dozed off on the couch before the commercial was over.