UNWELL!

She squeezed the steering wheel like it were a living thing she were trying to strangle.

How could Joshua do this to her? How could he hurt her so? There was no justice in the world, only pain and betrayal. She had given him two good years and all it took was a young piece of ass to make him stab her in the back.



She sucked some of the warm afternoon air into her lungs. She wasn't sure she was ready for this. ANYTHING could be going on in there, she thought as she stared at the house. The street was relatively calm. It usually was this time of day. Most people were at work. Which was where Joshua was supposed to be. Instead he was in there with that....that bimbo.



Funke slammed her fist into the dashboard.


Her knuckles hurt, but not as much as her heart did. She had been good to him. Sure, things weren't easy; the economy was bad, he'd lost his job and his family were pricks.


They didn't respect him. She couldn't believe his brother called her 'mentally unstable,' the guy was a real piece of work. Everyone turned their backs on him. He had no one. But Funke was, she grimaced. Silly Funke was the only one who still believed in him.

And this is how he repaid her?

She stepped out of the car. Beads of sweat matting the fabric of the nightgown to her skin.

She strolled towards the house, oblivious to the stares she was getting from people on the street. Her rage blinded her from everything.


She was immune to their judgements.  She found the warm grass strangely soothing against her bare feet. The Two-By-Four Plank in her hand didn't weigh so much anymore.


She was on auto-pilot, her limbs moving as if on their own accord.

He wasn't going to put a ring on her finger and shackup with some tramp when he felt like it.

She got to the door and tried to open it.
It was locked.

"I know you're in there!" She banged on the door. "Open the door!"

Maybe It was the stares, maybe it was the fact that the door was locked.... Or maybe it was because she knew Joshua was in there with another woman. She hit the door again.

"Bastard!"

"Funke," came a strangely familiar voice behind her. She spun around to see three men all dressed in white coveralls. They seemed weirdly familiar.

"Who are you?" She asked tightening her grip on the plank. She was ready for anything. No one was going to stand between her and the justice she deserved.

"Step away from the door Funke," One of the men was saying. He had an unusually kind face, which she found a little disturbing.

"How do you know my name?" She said softly.

A small crowd had gathered around the house.


Didn't these people have anything better to do?

"You're unwell," he said slowly pacing towards her. He seemed cautious - as if he were approaching a wild animal. "You need to come with us."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME??"

He paused for a few seconds, then spoke again.

"We're wardens from the hospital you've been in for the past two years.....we've come to take you back."

"This is bullshit,"she spat."Did Joshua's family put you up to this? Is that what this is??"

"Okay," he said "What year is it?"

Long pause.

There was so much confusion and rage in her head.

"I don't know who you are, or what you want....but just stay away from..."

"Its 2016," he said simply.

She froze.

"Two years ago," the man said. "You came here and found your fiancé with another woman."

She could feel a coldness growing inside her.


She desperately wanted him to shut up.

"You killed both of them with a Two-By-Four," he went on.

She stared down at her weapon and felt her heart sink.

Her hand was empty.

"After you killed them," he continued. "You went into the kitchen to make lunch,.....when the police found you, you were in the room talking to Joshua as if he were still alive."

"Shut up!"

"The courts pronounced you mentally unstable,....you've been in the hospital for two years."

"LIAR!....I drove here from...."

"Where?" He asked softly. "Where did you drive from?"

There was a  fog in her head. A dense fog with blurry images of a hospital room, a bed and.....

"GET AWAY FROM ME!....you're trying to trick me."

"You somehow managed to escape and steal a car from the parking lot....for some reason, your mind blocked out all of that......you're not well,  Funke let us help you."

"LIAAAR!" she lunged at him, but was caught down by the muscular arms of the other two men and wrestled to the ground.

"Let me go," she struggled. "Joshua's in there with another woman....I'm not crazy....."

A hypodermic needle stabbed into her neck.


Before she blacked out, she saw an image of Joshua's bloodied and battered body in her head.

"..oh God...," she gasped."what have I done?"

Then she lost consciousness.




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