Welcome home Ari

This once bespectacled woman stared out the thin glass of the hellish sanitarium, which held her its deathly prisoner, in her own mind, for a crime that was just. “I just don’t understand! If only they saw from my perception! Then they wouldn’t give me those damned cotton mouthing anti psychotics!” She screamed as she slammed her fist down on the cool hard ground. Looking up at the window, her tear streaked face now showing the cringingly guilty confession that tore at her brain behind those beautiful doleful green-rimmed yellow eyes. 1

As she heard the footsteps she thought dryly “must be time for another ‘session of love’” and laughed at her own bitter hatred for those supposed trainers of sanity. She sat down on the pathetic excuse for a bed, whose springs felt like the never ending bite of a piranha as she heard the usual greeting of “well, Ari, time for your daily confession. Will you fight me or will you give me your recollections of that day?” queried the doctor.2

Ari flinched as she began to remember that terrible day and moaned as she thought” NO! I will not remember! You cannot make me! No! No! No!” she began to muter quick soft words of remorsed anguish. The doctor, noticing the normal pattern, called in the orderlies to administer her tranquilizers.3

“Get that babbling bitch to shut up. She is nothing but a waste of time! Should be in the electric chair if you ask me!” said the ever so kind doctor, finally revealing the evil inside behind his false warm brown sugar eyes.4

“Oh, come on, sir, give Ari a break. She didn’t know what she was doing was wrong. She thought God’s messenger had instructed her to do those horrible things” said the orderly by the name of Rick. He had gotten to know Ari, hell; he had come to love her. He found out she was merely a devote catholic and did only as she thought god would approve of. It was sad really; she had thought she had ensured their way to heaven.5

About three hours later, Ari awoke with a slight moan from the no longer unusual stiff neck and ever so dry mouth. She began to cry as she for the first time in 3 years forced herself to remember.  That night she had been saying her Hail Mary’s and counting her blessings when suddenly she was shot back against the wall as a glowing entity came upon her. She never did capture his name just saw a silhouette against the bright light. What she remembered most about him was his loud, ear shattering voice and the faint comely smell of an apple orchard. The deity had instructed her after introducing himself as Gabriel, god’s left hand and messenger. He told her if she didn’t murder her family the following day, the four dark horsemen of the apocalypse would present themselves upon her and her family massacring them all, without permitted access to heaven above.6

Ari stayed up the whole night crying. It was no dilemma what she must do but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt! The only thing in her plan she hadn’t foreseen was being caught. Her plan was so simple, so easy, and so quick, you know, perfect. That night she killed her six children by poisoning their dinner. As they took their last breath, she cried and kissed them all muttering “through god we will reunite.” She then buried Ellie, Luke, John, Jack Trinity, and her newborn, Naomi. Her husband arrived at home about 3 Am from work and Ari shot him. As he bled to death trembling she kissed him and lay in his arms until he died, then burying him with the rest. 7

The neighbors had called the police at the sound of gunfire. They only found Ari crying to herself as she lay on top of seven fresh graves. Ever since then she had stayed at this place, this cursedly hapless, evil place. Constantly nagged to go through the pain over and over again. 8

Just then an alarm clock went off and Ari awoke next to her husband, Mark, and cried in happiness as she realized it was all a dream. Then she looked around and realized she was in a hospital with an IV hookup. She saw her diagnosis on a white board: Comatose patient of three years: Ari Contrellis. 9