This chapter is from Carla's POV and Michelle's POV as well as Peter's
Carla's POV
Michelle visited me that day. She wanted to do something with me to distract me from all the thoughts floating around in my head. She was the only one I could bare being around, but I still didn't trust her. I couldn't trust her. They were yelling at me over the constant humming noise in my mind not to trust her. I want them to be quiet but they are so overpowering. I just want it to stop but they wont stop. They won't let me stop them. I was trapped. Trapped in my prison of a mind. They were convincing me that I was a murderer, that I murdered Rana. They were right I did murder her. I had to leave this room before I let slip that I murdered my sister's fiancé. I excused myself and asked to go to sleep. I left the room and went to the bedroom. I lie on the bed staring at the ceiling like it was a blank canvas. I shut my eyes but all I could see were images of my past hounding me, torturing me. My mind decided to let them do that, so I just went along with it so they could take my life away.
Peter's POV
I let her go to the bedroom. Michelle was shocked at the state she was in, it wasn't like anything she's seen before. It was like Carla was a stranger to her but I knew deep down I could save her and that she could come back from this. Anyway, that's what I thought. The police came knocking and at that point I knew this would throw her further over the edge and that her mental stability would plummet as a result. I watched them question her about the roof collapse at her place of work which killed Rana but this confused her more as she believed she was still alive. Scott came in and ended the interview stating that this could damage Carla's mental health further if it were to continue. We sat down and I gave her the tablets Scott had with him. She swallowed them. She even stuck her tongue out to show us that she had. I didn't know whether to see this as a glimpse of the old Carla and her sarcy attitude returning to us or if it was another conspiracy her mind made up. She then asked to go to the bathroom to get away from the awkward situation in case she would have to reveal her fears.
Michelle's POV
As I spoke to Peter I realised that there was something wrong deep in Carla's mind. She's had many knocks in her life before which have ruined her self-esteem. After Frank, after the suicide attempts in her past, I thought I couldn't see anything as bad as what I saw today. She looked exhausted from her own mind and I couldn't do anything about it. I should've supported her when Peter suggested that there was something else going on in her mind but instead I just sat on the fence trying to avoid conflict with her family who were against her decisions about the factory roof. It was hard enough for Peter to try and convince her family that she didn't intend on Rana dying that day so I just decided I would sit on the fence hoping that their differences would be put aside in the near future as they always usually were. Carla needed my support and I regret my decisions for turning my back on her. She needed me and so did Peter. I despised Peter when he ruined Carla's life but I could see he was having a positive effect on Carla's mental health as she trusted him, so we rebuilt those bridges we burnt to ensure that we can get Carla the help she needed.
Carla's POV
I ran all the taps trying to distract myself from the voices in my head. Somehow the water bashing down on the fiberglass tub in the bath comforted me it helped a bit as a well needed distraction, but I couldn't use it as a permanent fix to stop this torment within the depths of my mind. I ran out the bathroom forgetting to turn the taps off therefore flooding Roy's flat. Peter entered and I could see the panic on his face he ran into the bathroom and turned the taps off. He looked at me as my eyes glazed over in a neurotic state of paranoia. The voices in my head were telling me that there was a microchip placed in my ear and that they were listening into my conversations. Peter shouted at me, trying to reassure me it didn't work. They were after me. I had to go.
