Chapter 4: Druggie
I stood, with my hands over my face, crying for my beloved Darcy. Everybody at the funeral gave me dirty looks. They knew what I had unintentionally done. I was going to court for a trial of first-degree murder. I was guilty, but I really didn't want to go to jail. I did have a good lawyer on my side, but I was guilty and I knew it.
They lowered the coffin into the ground. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I closed my eyes. Then I saw the face again. The clown face appeared and it laughed at me. I screamed and fell on the ground, holding my pounding head. Everybody gasped and watched me have a seizure.
I was in the hospital again, with my family watching me. They were more worried than ever. I had three doctors staring at me. "Mrs. Scully, I'm afraid you're daughter has schizophrenia," the woman doctor said. My mother just stood there and cried.
Melissa stared into my eyes, she was so afraid for me. My father held her shoulders and I saw fear in his eyes as well. "Her disease can be stopped with three doses of these pills each day," the doctor said. She smiled at me, "Dana, you'll be just fine once you take the pills."
I nodded and she handed them to me. I read the bottle; it mentioned several drugs that I had read about in science and med prep. I was from now on a druggie.
The next morning I awoke in my bed, the pills were right beside me. So it wasn't a dream. I thought to myself. But the clown. Was it gone? Was it all just in my imagination? I went to breakfast after taking a pill. Everything was pretty much back to normal. My court case was in three days, though. I wondered if I'd go to jail.
I sat in the courtroom, beside Mr. Bernstein, my lawyer. He whispered, "Are you ready, Dana?" I shook my head. He put his hand on my shoulder, "Don't worry, you look awesome." I smiled. He was so kind to me.
The judge stood up beside the podium, "All rise in the court of Veronica Walsh," the bailiff said. Everybody stood, including me. The judge sat down and everybody followed suit. I saw the judge flip through my papers.
"Case 3014478-Scully vs. Fletcher," the judge said. My face went red. I felt really bad for Darcy's parents. They didn't deserve what I had done to them. "First up Albert Bernstein defending Dana Scully."
Mr. Bernstein stood up and walked to the front of the room. "My client had admitted to committing the murder," he said. The whole crowd gasped. "But are you aware, your honor, that my client suffers from schizophrenia?"
"Yes, I am aware of that, Mr. Bernstein," Judge Walsh said, "But it does not change what she did to that poor boy."
"Okay, I will call my first witness," Mr. Bernstein began, "Melissa Scully." My sister walked up to the stand. She looked so nervous. "Ms. Scully, did you know that you're sister was going to kill her boyfriend?"
"No, I wasn't even at home when they broke up," Melissa replied.
"Did you know that you're sister had broken up with him?" Mr. Bernstein asked.
"No, like I said, I wasn't at home," Melissa said. She was holding out, but I could tell that she would soon burst into tears.
"Had you're sister ever done anything like this before?" he asked, trying not to be too harsh. He could also tell that she was about to cry.
"Yes," Melissa replied, "Once."
"Who did she kill?"
"No one."
"Then you lied."
"She tried to kill somebody."
"Who was it, Ms. Scully?"
"It was me," Melissa replied and began to sob.
My lawyer walked over to her, "It's okay," he said and patted her shoulder. Melissa walked off the stand.
The next witness called was Darcy's best friend, Ned. He didn't know much about the case, just that he had heard rumors about me being a psycho. They called almost my whole family to the stand, and Darcy's parents too. Then, at last, I was called to the stand.
"Dana Scully, is it true that you murdered Darcy Fletcher?"
"Yes."
"Did you do this intentionally or unintentionally?"
"Unintentionally. I did it in my sleep."
"Have you done anything else unusual in you're sleep?"
"Yes. I almost murdered my sister last year."
"Why do you do these things, how? What leads you to the knife and the people?"
"It's a dream that I have frequently. It first started on a night when I was ten. I looked out my window; just to reassure myself it was just a storm outside. Then I saw it: the clown."
The whole court laughed. "Ms. Scully, are you saying that a clown makes you murder these people?"
"Well, in a matter of speaking, yes." The whole court laughed hysterically. They didn't believe me. I would show them.
"Have you had the dream since you murdered your boyfriend?"
"No. The drugs help me and I don't have nightmares."
"Okay. Thirty-minute recess, the jury will decide on you're innocence, Ms. Scully."
My parents led me out of the room. "Dana, no matter what happens, you'll always be my baby girl, even if you go to prison, I'll try to bail you out, I love you," my father told me. I smiled and made my way to the bathroom, where I washed my hot face and tried to relax. The cold water touched my red cheeks. I sighed and everything went blurry. I held on to the sink, trying to support my weight, but the world began to whirl around and around until I found myself in the same old white room. "I'M GONNA GET YOU, DANA! YOU'RE GOING TO PRISON." The clown laughed hysterically. I covered my ears.
"Shut up, you fucking clown!" I screamed. I opened my eyes to see Darcy's mom.
"Dana, are you alright?" she asked.
"I-I'm fine. I just hallucinated," I said. I couldn't believe she was even talking to me, after what I had done to her son. She helped me up off the floor and into the foyer, where we sat down to talk.
"So, honey, why did you do it?" she asked, holding back her tears.
"I. I didn't know. I'm so sorry!" I cried and hugged poor Mrs. Fletcher. It was all my fault. I should've killed myself instead of poor Darcy. We just sat there in each other's arms, crying until we were called back in to the court.
"The jury has spoken. Dana Scully, you are proven guilty by a court of law and I hereby sentence you to five years in juvenile hall," said the judge. Tears fell down my cheeks and I began to sob. "It's okay, Dana," Mr. Bernstein said, "You'll be out in a few years."
"But I was going to go to med school!" I cried. He held me tight and I cried in his arms for a long while. Then I had to go home to pack my bags. I was leaving for a Los Angeles juvenile hall in just two days.
Mr. Bernstein came for lunch at noon the next day. He apologized for loosing the case and he said that if he talked to Darcy's parents, then he might be able to reduce the charges. I was happy that he had come. He had been such a loyal friend to the family and I really did love him.
When Mr. Bernstein left, my whole family was giddy. It seemed like false hope, though, because I was sure that Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher wanted me locked up. I ended up only having to pay a $60,000.00 fine, thanks to Mr. B., which was pretty much got me off easy.
After the court incident, and taking my meds twice a day, I didn't have the clown dream again, or for a long time, afterward.
I stood, with my hands over my face, crying for my beloved Darcy. Everybody at the funeral gave me dirty looks. They knew what I had unintentionally done. I was going to court for a trial of first-degree murder. I was guilty, but I really didn't want to go to jail. I did have a good lawyer on my side, but I was guilty and I knew it.
They lowered the coffin into the ground. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I closed my eyes. Then I saw the face again. The clown face appeared and it laughed at me. I screamed and fell on the ground, holding my pounding head. Everybody gasped and watched me have a seizure.
I was in the hospital again, with my family watching me. They were more worried than ever. I had three doctors staring at me. "Mrs. Scully, I'm afraid you're daughter has schizophrenia," the woman doctor said. My mother just stood there and cried.
Melissa stared into my eyes, she was so afraid for me. My father held her shoulders and I saw fear in his eyes as well. "Her disease can be stopped with three doses of these pills each day," the doctor said. She smiled at me, "Dana, you'll be just fine once you take the pills."
I nodded and she handed them to me. I read the bottle; it mentioned several drugs that I had read about in science and med prep. I was from now on a druggie.
The next morning I awoke in my bed, the pills were right beside me. So it wasn't a dream. I thought to myself. But the clown. Was it gone? Was it all just in my imagination? I went to breakfast after taking a pill. Everything was pretty much back to normal. My court case was in three days, though. I wondered if I'd go to jail.
I sat in the courtroom, beside Mr. Bernstein, my lawyer. He whispered, "Are you ready, Dana?" I shook my head. He put his hand on my shoulder, "Don't worry, you look awesome." I smiled. He was so kind to me.
The judge stood up beside the podium, "All rise in the court of Veronica Walsh," the bailiff said. Everybody stood, including me. The judge sat down and everybody followed suit. I saw the judge flip through my papers.
"Case 3014478-Scully vs. Fletcher," the judge said. My face went red. I felt really bad for Darcy's parents. They didn't deserve what I had done to them. "First up Albert Bernstein defending Dana Scully."
Mr. Bernstein stood up and walked to the front of the room. "My client had admitted to committing the murder," he said. The whole crowd gasped. "But are you aware, your honor, that my client suffers from schizophrenia?"
"Yes, I am aware of that, Mr. Bernstein," Judge Walsh said, "But it does not change what she did to that poor boy."
"Okay, I will call my first witness," Mr. Bernstein began, "Melissa Scully." My sister walked up to the stand. She looked so nervous. "Ms. Scully, did you know that you're sister was going to kill her boyfriend?"
"No, I wasn't even at home when they broke up," Melissa replied.
"Did you know that you're sister had broken up with him?" Mr. Bernstein asked.
"No, like I said, I wasn't at home," Melissa said. She was holding out, but I could tell that she would soon burst into tears.
"Had you're sister ever done anything like this before?" he asked, trying not to be too harsh. He could also tell that she was about to cry.
"Yes," Melissa replied, "Once."
"Who did she kill?"
"No one."
"Then you lied."
"She tried to kill somebody."
"Who was it, Ms. Scully?"
"It was me," Melissa replied and began to sob.
My lawyer walked over to her, "It's okay," he said and patted her shoulder. Melissa walked off the stand.
The next witness called was Darcy's best friend, Ned. He didn't know much about the case, just that he had heard rumors about me being a psycho. They called almost my whole family to the stand, and Darcy's parents too. Then, at last, I was called to the stand.
"Dana Scully, is it true that you murdered Darcy Fletcher?"
"Yes."
"Did you do this intentionally or unintentionally?"
"Unintentionally. I did it in my sleep."
"Have you done anything else unusual in you're sleep?"
"Yes. I almost murdered my sister last year."
"Why do you do these things, how? What leads you to the knife and the people?"
"It's a dream that I have frequently. It first started on a night when I was ten. I looked out my window; just to reassure myself it was just a storm outside. Then I saw it: the clown."
The whole court laughed. "Ms. Scully, are you saying that a clown makes you murder these people?"
"Well, in a matter of speaking, yes." The whole court laughed hysterically. They didn't believe me. I would show them.
"Have you had the dream since you murdered your boyfriend?"
"No. The drugs help me and I don't have nightmares."
"Okay. Thirty-minute recess, the jury will decide on you're innocence, Ms. Scully."
My parents led me out of the room. "Dana, no matter what happens, you'll always be my baby girl, even if you go to prison, I'll try to bail you out, I love you," my father told me. I smiled and made my way to the bathroom, where I washed my hot face and tried to relax. The cold water touched my red cheeks. I sighed and everything went blurry. I held on to the sink, trying to support my weight, but the world began to whirl around and around until I found myself in the same old white room. "I'M GONNA GET YOU, DANA! YOU'RE GOING TO PRISON." The clown laughed hysterically. I covered my ears.
"Shut up, you fucking clown!" I screamed. I opened my eyes to see Darcy's mom.
"Dana, are you alright?" she asked.
"I-I'm fine. I just hallucinated," I said. I couldn't believe she was even talking to me, after what I had done to her son. She helped me up off the floor and into the foyer, where we sat down to talk.
"So, honey, why did you do it?" she asked, holding back her tears.
"I. I didn't know. I'm so sorry!" I cried and hugged poor Mrs. Fletcher. It was all my fault. I should've killed myself instead of poor Darcy. We just sat there in each other's arms, crying until we were called back in to the court.
"The jury has spoken. Dana Scully, you are proven guilty by a court of law and I hereby sentence you to five years in juvenile hall," said the judge. Tears fell down my cheeks and I began to sob. "It's okay, Dana," Mr. Bernstein said, "You'll be out in a few years."
"But I was going to go to med school!" I cried. He held me tight and I cried in his arms for a long while. Then I had to go home to pack my bags. I was leaving for a Los Angeles juvenile hall in just two days.
Mr. Bernstein came for lunch at noon the next day. He apologized for loosing the case and he said that if he talked to Darcy's parents, then he might be able to reduce the charges. I was happy that he had come. He had been such a loyal friend to the family and I really did love him.
When Mr. Bernstein left, my whole family was giddy. It seemed like false hope, though, because I was sure that Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher wanted me locked up. I ended up only having to pay a $60,000.00 fine, thanks to Mr. B., which was pretty much got me off easy.
After the court incident, and taking my meds twice a day, I didn't have the clown dream again, or for a long time, afterward.