Asylum

December 13th1999
My dearest Sophia,
Sophia I write to you on the eve of our third anniversary. Your beautiful face is all I see in these windows anymore and I’m quite sure that my grip on reality is fading more quickly than I’m used to. I just want you to know that I love you and hopefully by the next time I write to you, they will have started me on my new medication. I desperately want to see you again. My love. My pet. My beautiful Sophia.
Forever yours,
Miles

My throat seemed to close as I read that letter a little over ten years after its intended arrival. My hands had turned white holding that sheet of paper delivered by some of the most faceless beings I had ever encountered. I’m sure they had faces but in my shock I couldn’t tell you what they looked like. They left after what seemed to be only a split second and I looked up from the paper, realizing hours had passed. My asylum, my home, my life… it was about to change in the most profound of ways. For the first time in years, I felt fear. Fear and restlessness coursed through my veins while the background played out to no avail to reach me. He was free…
They said he would be chasing me. They said I should go into a program of some sort to hide me… I frowned and looked around my small living room hoping to find answers that didn’t exist. I clutched my left arm tightly over the scars Miles left on me so many years ago…
“Why?! Why me?!”
“You don’t know Sophia? I’m hurt. You should always remember the ones you love and what you’ve done to them.” The mask lifted and there he was. His soft grey eyes filled with malicious intent stared at mine boring a hole into my soul. He put the blade down and caressed my face in a way that only people in love are capable of. I was shaking violently and I was terrified. I was sure I was going to die…
I slumped against the wall and started crying, holding myself tightly. These flashbacks had stopped a year ago but now they were back. I was so far from beautiful nowadays. MY once luminous brown hair was dulled to a mouse brown and my eyes came across as dead to everyone I met. My face revealed the ten years I had spent agonizing through therapy and trying to recover. I got up after a few minutes and walked to the mirror in my hallway. I couldn’t do it anymore. A moment of peace and silence entered my brain. I looked in the mirror and nodded. I knew what I had to do.

Miles looked down at the scrap of paper he held tightly in his hands. The rain was coming but he knew he would be there soon. This address was his last gift from the psychic in the asylum. They had medicated her too heavily after that. Her visions stopped and she drooled too much to be of any use to anyone there. Miles smiled a sort of twisted smile. His sanity was returning now that he was off of that blasted medication. He walked down the street, towards his beloved. Soon enough she would be his forever...
I gathered my strength and sat in front of the doorway, perfectly poised on the chair waiting. My trigger finger was itchy. But all I could do was sit waiting. My mind was clear for the first time in years. The door knob turned…
A gun shot resonated through the air in that cold, rainy night. Police cars came and took away a cackling woman.
“I did it! He’s finally dead!” She laughed and was loaded into the car. Miles stood a few houses over, smoking a cigarette he had bummed off a police officer. He was not the one that lay dying on the porch. Another innocent lay dead and the blood was once again on his hands…