My Little Shadow

Chapter One: Her Hair Is Black

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I'm not crazy, in fact, I'm calm.

I stood in front of Judge Theodore; I think he saw the hurt in my eyes. I think he knew I wasn't crazy, and I knew exactly what I was doing, but that was the only way he could get me out of my mess.

I was prepared to do my time, life in prison, for killing those three men, given the fact that the courtroom only knew about one of them and it would stay that way for eternity.

Theodore is my dad's best friend, but this is a small town, and no one called his bullshit for picking up my case. He had come to my childhood home for many of our family nights and played pick-a-boo with Angelina.

He saw the innocent brown eyes, the big lop-sided grin, and the dark blonde pigtails that sat on top of her head. He knew what I lost and what those men took from me.

I would do it all again even if the result would be me sitting in Pine Valley's Penitentiary waiting on my brothers to come to visit me.

There were four of us Thatcher boys, we use to wreak havoc on Pine Valley when we were younger. Taking out the preacher's daughters, racing through the middle of town knowing that the Sherriff couldn't catch us even if he would have tried. There would be a ticket in the mail because Sherriff Dowel knew all of our cars by just the sound of the engine.

They would have come and visited me there, they loved Angelina just as much as I did. My mother would cry but my dad wouldn't even bother showing up. He had these high hopes for all of his sons and sometimes it feels like I'll never live up to them.

He's probably apologizing profusely to Theodore as we speak, telling him that this is so unlike me, and he had no idea I was capable of such ... violence.

Currently, I did not stand in front of Pine Valley Penitentiary, no not at all.

I stood in front of Mary Hill Rehabilitation Center.

A loony bin.

With a sentence to stay in here for three months, or until the doctor deems me not a danger to myself or others.

I think I would have preferred the prison.

"Welcome home Thatcher." The policeman snickered behind me, addressing me by my family name. Most of the town called me and my brothers that. Either they were too lazy to keep up with our names or our last name was just the focal point of their conversations when we weren't around.

I didn't say anything to the man as he walks me to the front door, I ignore his snide remarks.

The only ones that seem to register to me as I take in the front entrance to the loony bin are, "I'll see you in three months, dipshit."

Sherriff Dowel and his goons would be happy to be rid of me for a little while, I think I have been picked up by at least half of them for petty crimes sometime in my life. Spray painting billboards on the edge of town when I was younger, 'stealing' my father's car, drinking under the legal age, etc.

"Hello, Mr. Thatcher." A short blonde-haired nurse walks up to me with a clipboard in hand. She wore all white as did the other dozens of people in here.

The floor was a marble color that had recently been waxed because the blazing lights above had it sparkling. The walls were a baby blue for as far as my eyes could see, it made me want to hurl.

"Yes?" I say still a little stunned that I was meant to stay in this place for three months while I was a hundred percent sane.

"Follow me. I'll help you get acquainted with the facility." I take slow and cautious steps behind her drinking in everything I can drink. We walked into a large room that held all of the people in white in it.