You were a crazy woman in a psychiatric hospital, you had killed your parents but no one wanted to listen to your story that you k¡lled them by burning them because he had burned your shoulder and wanted to k¡ll you, everyone just thought you were crazy.

Your doctor who took care of seeing if you were okay every day was Owen Teague, you liked him and he was the only one who understood you but you never told him your story because you were afraid, and every time someone raised their hand you flinched because you were afraid that someone would hit you like your parents did.

So today your doctor, Owen Teague, came into your psychiatric hospital room and he saw you sitting on your bed, staring into space, your legs crossed, no noise and he had his little notebook and pen to write with.