I saw the woman in front of me. I could vaguely make her face out. I couldn't see more than these: sharp eyes, plump lips, short hair, brown skin.
I heard whispers. There were more people.
" Look, her pupils returned to blue!"
"Not long ago they were white. Creepy!!"
"They say, most beautiful peoples are always oddballs. This one turned up a murderer. To kill her parents..."
"Still, she is too pretty. I have never seen anyone being..."
"Quiet," The woman in front of me ordered, the room became pin-drop silent.
"Where... am... I?" I asked, slurring every word.
"You're in my custody," the woman answered.
"Where's.. everyone?" I asked again, still dizzy. "Mom... Dad... Evan... My Husband... where are... they?"
"Your husband?" She looked puzzled.
After a while, she sighed. "Ms. Ella, you've been dreaming again."
"I was not dreaming," I shouted with all the energy I was left with. "I was having a barbeque... with my parents, Evan, and my husband. We even... selected our baby's name. It... is 'Eve' if it's a girl, 'Ethan' if it's a boy. Mom just gave me a... gold chain on this occasion..."
The woman knitted her brows, and sternly said, "Don't delude yourself. Your parents are dead, You ensured that they are dead"
She paused for a while before saying, "...You killed them with your own hands, by the knife you were holding."
I stared blankly at her.
"You are... talking nonsense," I said, hesitating. Some blurry images shot up in my mind. I shook my head to clear it.
"I liked... my... parents so much... We were... happy... Why would I... kill them?"
"Exactly, Ms. Ella, exactly. This is what we had been searching for," She leaned while her eyes pierce me.
"Ms. Ella, you remember getting raped by your father?"
My eyes shoot up. "What?"
"Look at you, deluding yourself in self-defense," the officer smiled at this point. "Okay, if you don't remember, I will tell you."
She got up from the chair, circled the table, and stood beside me. She placed one hand on my shoulder.
"Four months ago, your neighbor called the police after seeing you repeatedly stabbing your dad. It seemed your mom and your brother died from blood loss before we arrived. As we investigated, we found out that both your mom and your brother had an injury to their head which might have been caused by falling."
She paused for a while. My eyes were becoming red as a sharp pain spread through my head. Thousands of images appeared in my mind at the same time.
She continued, "Of course, you, drenched in blood, were the sole suspect in three murders and the investigation proved it. But what we couldn't find was the reason for the murders.
Sure, you wouldn't say anything, also you blacked out from time to time. So, we investigated everything, asked your classmates and neighbors, and went to places. However, your records were clean. Nobody said a single bad word about you except that you were... gloomy."
She breathed in and said, "So, the court decided to declare you a psychopath and sent you to this place. Thanks to god you are still a teenager.
I followed through with everything. But what kept bugging me was your family's financial condition.
Your father had been drowned in debt five years ago as he lost everything in gambling. You were in the run for a year. Suddenly, you settled down in a place that was pricy for you. Not only that, your father started to pay off the debt. But all he did was drive and that was when he wished.
I found it amusing. Therefore, I once again searched your house.
There was a well-hidden room on your rooftop. A quite large room. The police didn't find it and I wouldn't have as well if it was not for that rat hole. When I went after the rat, I knocked over a flower vase and found the door."
She chuckled drily. Her face almost looked sad when she rubbed my shoulder. I was wheezing, trying my best to focus on her.
"The room was neat and clean. There was no other ventilation system except the door. But it didn't smell bad with the lingering scent of incense. But, I, who was named the dog of our department, sniffed something else: sex. I immediately knew where all of that money was coming from. That bastard sold his daughter.
But, I can't prove anything without solid evidence. So, I..."
My chair shook violently as I tried to stand up. But to my vain, I was tied to it.
The police officer grabbed my cheeks aggressively, shaking me up to sense.
"Ms. Ella, listen up. It's okay, you are safe now. No one can do anything to you."
She put a water glass near my mouth. I gulped down some water. Trying to soothe my burning flame with it.
"Ella, it was not your fault," she started again after seeing me come down.
"There was a small drawer in that room. There were some videotapes and a letter. Some of it consisted rape scenes. But some were the arguments between your parents."
Again a pause. It looked like she was searching for words.
"In one video... you appeared when your parents were arguing. You looked young, maybe twelve that year... Between the chaos, your father grabbed you.
Not long after, he started raping you. When your mother tried to stop him, he hit her with the steel pipe which he was holding."
She sighed while rubbing my shoulder gently.
"But that was not all. According to your mother's letter, your father tied all of you up. Your brother was only seven that year.
Your father went out and came up with his friends. And they took turns on you and your mother. It was nothing new to your mother but you were severely injured. From then on, your father started to sell you alongside your mother.
But you couldn't bear it. You were falling apart. Therefore, your mother gave you drugs, whatever she found, to make you forget, to heal you.
She even argued with your father about your study. So, in the day everybody saw you, who seemed to have forgotten the night before and walked normally and was leading a pretty normal life.
It continued for five years until your father found out about your brother. Evan was not your father's son. Your mother knew it, even you knew it.
When your father found out, he bit up your mother. But in the middle of it, Evan returned from the school. Seeing him, your father went mad. He grabbed Evan, who looked exactly like how you were five years ago, throw him to the ground, and started raping him. In the middle of it, you returned. When you saw that you rushed to the kitchen, grabbed the longest knife, and throw it. Your father sensed it and raised his head. As a result, the knife went straight through his neck.
But you didn't stop there. You pulled out the knife and started stabbing him. You stabbed him for two hours till the police came, in the same place, again and again. It seemed you've never forgotten what happened to you.
The camera your mother installed was cheap and would turn off on its own. But it ran for eight hours straight that day.
Your mother had gathered all the evidence but never turned to the police.
I found out your father had this powerful man as his friend. He was a regular customer of yours. Your mother was so afraid of him. She was planning to leave all of you behind and turn those evidence to the police.
But as if she knew she didn't have the time... So, she wrote down the letter and even fingertipped it!"
The officer paused, still rubbing my shoulders.
"Ella, don't worry. You will be taken to a good place today," she turned my chair to face me.
"You will receive treatment. And based on your mental condition, your education will resume in next year. I will be your legal guardian."
She sighed as she checked my temperature. I was burning, my ears were ringing, and I didn't know how long I could hold my consciousness.
"Take her to the cabin and call the doctor immediately," the officer ordered her two assistants who looked stunned but ran immediately. I didn't resist them.
We headed to the cabin. The officer seemed to be leaving.
"Why... are you being so nice to me?" I asked frantically.
"Don't know," she smiled at me. "Maybe because I feel guilty for not knowing such crimes happening right under my nose."
She shrugged, "Or maybe because we are human."
She passed the window in which raindrops were crushing. The sun and the rain painted everything in a yellow shade. There must be a rainbow in a corner of the sky. There must be a beautiful smell spreading outside. Please feel it on my behalf.