Her mom sat opposite her by the psychiatrist, doctor Jacob explained her diagnosis.
She was bound in handcuffs, all the walls in his office were grey, everything was grey.
She tapped her feet restlessly, while spacing out. She had a court hearing tomorrow because one of the wedding guests had sued her for attempted murder after calling the cops.
Her attempted murder?
Everyone was crazy.
Her mother was turning everyone against her, making them think she's crazy. It was so unfair.
"Why am I here?" She asked the room going pin drop quiet.
She couldn't understand why her mom was looking at her with fear in her eyes, like she was innocent.
"Doctor, she should be the one in these cuffs, not me." She said glaring at her "She killed laz I'm not crazy!"
The psychiatrist stared at her with serene calm "Is that all you have to say?" She nodded then relaxed back in her seat.
"I believe you." he said and she nodded.
