Bride of the moonlight

CHAPTER 9✓

No.

That's not what she'd want. What was I saying? That's not what I wanted either, what a crazy thing to think. I was losing my damn mind. I switched on the TV to distract myself For nights and nights, I had similar dreams. Me killing Hanz, in a gruesome way. Just like he did to Celine, to the point where I got insomnia and I couldn't sleep. It was horrible.

One morning I was sat around the breakfast table shivering, I was tired,

scared and depressed. Everyone was staring at me in shock. I didn't eat, I wasn't hungry. Every now and again I'd have little twitches, I think that was due to sleep depravity. Whenever I'd reach for my drink my fingers would twitch, so I just sat there. Muttering little things under my breath every now and again, they were probably incoherent. It was like I had been possessed. I didn't feel like myself and I knew I definitely didn't look at it.

"Phoveous, you need to get her checked out. There's something wrong with her.

Can't you see?" Charlotte whispered as if I couldn't hear her.

"Yeah, you look as dead as-" I took the sharp knife from the ham tray and stabbed Hanz in the hand. I then dived on him knocking him and his chair over, I raised the knife and was about to do it when I was pulled away by Phoveous.

"What the hell has gotten into you!?" He yelled restraining me.a Hanz was screaming and cursing at me as he gripped his now bleeding hand.

"No. No, he must pay for what he did! My dreams- they've been showing me ways to do it, they've been telling me that I should kill him. My insomnia isn't just insomnia, its a chance at night to kill him, I never get the time in the day, I'm too strung up in my thoughts. I can kill him now. Let me do it!"

"Hera stop, you're being crazy. You wouldn't kill him." Phoveous continued to hold my arms beside my head as I fought against him. A brazen smile made its way along my face as I stopped and faced Phoveous.

"He showed her no mercy; I'll show him none." I felt myself being hit in the side of my skull as I blacked out, the last thing!

remembered was the clanging of the knife against the solid floor ringing in my ears.

My vision was blurred and my skull felt like it was rupturing. I was in a plain white room tied to a bed at my wrists and ankles. I struggled and struggled and struggled until the door finally opened. There stood Phoveous.

"I thought this was because of me, you know. I was so scared..." He began, closing the door behind him, he walked in all the way and stood in the middle of the room. I watched him all the way, like an eagle, "do you really want to kill him?"

"I want him dead." That was all I answered, that was all I wanted.

"Do you think that is what Celine wanted? She'd want you to be happy she's gone to a better place."

"You didn't know Celine so don't talk about her as if you did. She's angry at both me and Hanz. It was my fault we were still at the park, if we had left earlier when she said, she would still be alive. Hanz took her before her time, he didn't and still doesn't have any remorse." The door opened and Hanz sauntered his way in.

"What the hell is he doing here?"

"I came to apologise to you. So, I'm sorry, my instincts gott better of me. didn't mean to kill her." I could see he wanted to smirk as he looked down to his feet.

"Too late." Once again I felt that weird smile spread its way across my face,

"You better watch your back when I get out of here." Hanz edged out of the room hastily and not long after a nurse came in with a weird machine in her hand, it looked like a pair of strange headphones.

"Is she ready, your highness?"

"Ready for what?" I looked at Phoveous who had a face of guilt.

"Electric shock therapy."

"No, I am not ready! I never will be. Phoveous, you get this woman away from

me now."

Once again I was struggling for dear life and for my sanity. The nurse buckled

two more restrainers around my chest and arms making it impossible to lift my head with ease.

"If you remember what happened, then forgive me." He said. I heard the buzzing of the machine, and I saw the nurse test out the electric current. It was going to hurt. I knew it was.

When she put it onto my head it felt like I was being stabbed with pins and

needles all over and my body began to tense. I screamed as my eyes rolled

back into my head and my jaw clamped shut. No pain could be worse than

that. Only the thought of how Celine must've felt having her throat cut open

got me through the pain. Pain was only temporary. Death was permanent. I passed out midway through. Once again when I opened my eyes my vision was blurry. I was in some sort of weird room.

"Hello?" I called at the top of my lungs. I repeated it a few times until the door opened and eventually Phoveous appeared at my bedside, "where am I?"

"House of Mutatio Asylum." This took me by storm as I stared at Phoveous in horror, "what am I doing here? What

happened?"

"You were trying to kill Hanz. You had insomnia and weird dreams. So I ordered for you to be given electric shock therapy."

He flatly informed me.

His eyes looked so empty, he looked so lost.

"Why would I? I would never try and kill somebody! What are you talking about?"

"Two days ago at breakfast, you were shaking like mad, Hanz was saying

some to and you stabbed him in his hand. You then dived on him, knocking him over and tried to stab him with the ham knife. About 2 weeks before that you attacked him while he was driving."

"So you gave me electric shock therapy? What the hell were you thinking? What if it went wrong?" I was irked, my head began to throb as I attempted to calm myself down.

"I'm sorry, OK? You said you had been having weird dreams and insomnia.

You were going crazy. I didn't want my father to find out, or anyone so, I had

it done."

It got me thinking, maybe Phoveous wasn't such a douchebag. Or maybe he

didn't want to be embarrassed by me. Either way, he did what he did in order

to save my sanity. It was wrong but... what could I do? I could've killed Hanz, and that would've made me no better than him.

"I understand what you feel. My mother was murdered by one of my father's slaves. I hated all the slaves of the castle for a long time, I trusted no one that worked in the castle. I kinda wanted to kill one, but I didn't because I knew it would serve no justice."

"What's your point? That letting someone get away with murder is OK? That it should be an option? I want justice, he needs to be punished."