[ WP ] The guilt is so great . You go downtown to turn yourself in only to find the victim confessing to your murder .

The quiet man just looked at me. `` So you're telling me...'' 
 
 `` Yes!'' I exclaim. `` I... I killed this girl! You're supposed to be dead!'' 
 
 The young girl looked at me with concern. `` No, you did n't.'' 
 
 `` Yes, I di...! You know what? I'm not having this conversation with you, young lady,'' I said, quickly brushing her aside. `` Listen here old man, this young lady did not kill anyone!'' 
 
 The old man's cheeks drooped as his tired eyes stared at me for a few seconds, before he scribbled something in his notepad. 
 
 `` W... what are you writing?'' I asked, exasperated. 
 
 `` Nothing you need to worry about,'' he replied in a deep voice, as he continued writing. 
 
 A few seconds pass before I try to speak up again, but the old geezer interrupts me. `` So tell me about this young lady you'killed,''' he said, leaning forward with his arms on the table. 
 
 `` What are you talking about?'' I said, as I looked to my side. 
 
 She disappeared. 
 
 *Where did she go? * I thought. *She was right here! * 
 
 I looked around me and under the table as if the girl decided to play a cruel prank on me by hiding, but she was nowhere to be found. `` She was right here,'' I explained, pointing to the now empty chair beside me. `` Wh... where --?'' 
 
 The old man let out a sigh. `` Have you been taking the haloperidol like I've instructed you to?'' 
 
 *What the fuck? * I thought. `` I'm here to confess a murder...'' I pointed out, confused. `` What does that have to do with anything?'' 
 
 He rubbed his wrinkly forehead with his stubby, old man fingers, and took a deep breath. `` I'll take that as a no...'' he said, as he scribbled something down on a notepad. 
 
 `` Wha... Seriously, what are you writing!?'' I shouted, grabbing his notepad from under his pen. 
 
 *Patient shows no sign of improvement, continues to have visual/auditory hallucinations, * it read, with a long tail trailing off the end of the's' from where I pulled away the notepad. 
 
 *I do n't understand, * I thought, staring at the notepad for a solid ten seconds. 
 
 `` Miss Davis, do you know where you are?'' 
 
 I looked up, and for some reason, for the first time, I noticed how quiet it was. *Is n't the police station supposed to be bustling with people, phones ringing, printers shelling out reports? * I thought. 
 
 I leapt from my seat and lunged for the door, only to find it locked from the outside. `` Why are you keeping me here?'' I asked, trying to keep from losing it. 
 
 He took a deep breath and carefully chose his words before speaking up. `` Five years ago, you came to us for help,'' he said. 
 
 `` This is us helping you.'' 

