Chapter 34. Psychiatric Ward

Kayleigh

After all these years, I was finally admitted again. I looked at my surroundings. The whitewashed walls, the door with a window, and a lock system from the other side. The standard living furniture was an indication of more depressing thoughts ahead.

I remembered I was there before, right after my dad died. Mom said she killed him, that it was self-defense. But what if I did it? I still couldn't recollect the exact details up to this date. My psychiatrist said I might never will, and I've made my peace with that fact.

Maybe all the abuse and rape I underwent made me finally crack and kill him. That was what I kept saying to myself, surely mom didn't do anything knowing her daughter was being molested. But she said she protected me, that she finally killed him for me. And her words had been the glue, it was making me stay with her after dad was gone.

In a way, I was thanking my mom for stopping my dad after years of doing h