I cried bitterly as I was locked in my room I considered a prison cell, where only the dim light from the tiny window beside my small bed encouraged me that I was still alive. I could not see fellow mad people like me, I only saw my nurse and doctor who came to administer medicine to me. Yes, I said mad, because that was why I was locked in there, I had committed murders and blamed it on my dead sister, so I thought.
But in my mind of minds, I knew the truth, I knew I wasn't the one responsible for my family's deaths, for the deaths of my friends and even the ones that tried to help me. My dreams were haunted with the faces of them all, I woke up every night either with gasps or deep breaths or screams. It was more terrifying seeing them in my dreams pointing fingers at me. I'd stare at how dark my room was and then I'd see May, she was the one who made me seem out of my senses, but how can I blame a ghost for what a human can do?
The doctors would run into my room in the middle of the night with pills and injections to calm me down once I start attacking the corner May always stood in looking at me. Her face read no expression, I began to see me in her. I hated what I'd become because of my obsession with getting her back.

I remembered her...