Did I do wrong?

"Officer, I did no wrong. I was just taking a walk. Why are you questioning me?..........I did no wrong. Please let me go. Please don't do this...............Its not right. I am just walking.........Help me, someone.......please." My eyes open again. I am on my bed and I am alone.

No, I am not. I am with the doctor. His name is Doctor Kevin. He always sees me on Wednesday. I remembered now. Its his clinic as I recognised that painting. Its a ugly re-production of Van Gogh. I know he can't afford the real one, but he should try to a better copy. He's rich with his successful practice but he is miser in the spending. I know as Lucy his wife is in my afternoon tea group. She gossip on her husband to me. We laughed a lot on the antics he does in his free time.

"Mrs.Wyatt, you are safe now. You are with me in the clinic. There are no officers here now. You are safe now.' I see the good doctor sitting in his arm chair and holding his notepad. Bloody miser could afford at least a proper recorder but he still used the old method. I sat up on the couch and looked at him. My right hand reached for my hair to make sure its not in a mess like when the officers manhandled me. Bastards they are, the way they handles people off the street. They should be disciplined for such action. The bitches are worse; they dragged you by your hair and pulled you into the alley. Then they step on you with their boots.

"Mrs.Wyatt, you had another relapse on your disorder. Did you remember taking your medication?"

Medication? What medication? Oh! Those white and blue ones. I nodded back to the Doctor. John always make sure I take them without fail before he leaves the house. He said it would make me feel better. I listened to him as I love him. He is my husband and the best I can ever wished for. I nodded again to the good doctor. Doctor Kevin is a lecture mate of John but John is a surgeon now. Kevin is ....my therapist.

"Okay, Mrs.Wyatt..." I had to stopped him. He is too formal.

"Doctor, called me Maggie please. I know you too long to be on the formal name calling. Maggie would be fine." I smiled at the embarrassed doctor.

"Okay, Maggie. You were brought in by the Officers when they found you in the park with misconduct behaviour. You sure you took your medicine? Because my test showed your drug level is very low. I doubt you took any this morning." Th doctor is looking at his chart and he is frowning.

Oh my God. I am in trouble again. I must had left the medicine under my tongue and spat it out. Its was we do then, when they come for us. They made us take some pills and we pretend to do so. We rolled it under our tongue and spilled it out. That is our retribution to their violent ways. You can't drug us like before, you pigs.

"Maggie, you have to take your medicine or your symptoms will show again like today., You are lucky the officers remember you and brought you here. You could end up in jail like before. You remembered when John came to bailed you out."

No, don't go back there. I cannot stand that one. It was horrible. The place with the others; all filth and violent people. One even took my jacket as she did not have one herself. One even tried to..... I got to stop thinking of that day. Please stop asking me to go back that day.

"Maggie, its okay. We are safe now. You are safe now." He held out his hand to me. I took it and held it tight. I can feel my hands trembled with fright on the thought of what happened that day. It was like no other days; we stood out there in the sun or rain for weeks to protest the violation on the animals. We walked the square with our placards and sang our songs to motivate ourselves. We did no violent acts when we were there. People passing us were not harassed by us; some even gave us a shout or two of encouragement. I know we stank of uncleaned bodies but we did our personal needs in the nearby public toilets.

But they came; the officers with their truncheons and heavy boots. Men and women alike with one intent; get our asses kicked. But what made it worse was they brought the dogs. Our very own reason for standing here; to protect these creatures from the vile training they been subjected to. The dogs showed no mercy as it pounced on us and snarled their fangs. I had one of them misguided creatures pushing me to the ground and holding me down with its paws. It face is over mine and I can see those fangs. I remembered lying there praying that death would be quick. A bite on my neck to severed the jugular and then the floating of my soul.

But it was to not to happen. It has their master coming at me with the truncheons and boots. They dragged me up and job the stick in my liver. I pleaded then to be gentle as I was with a child. Our child. John's and mine. But they pay no heed to my pleas. The rest are known. But the worse was not mentioned before.

Our child was born with a defect of the mind. She sits in the institution as I am. Mother and child. A secret that John and myself kept for years.

"Okay, Kevin. Your time is up. So are yours, Maggie. Come on. Your doctor awaits you and its time to be nice too. He would give you your medicine and swallow it down. Anyone of you try that trick of putting it under your tongue, gets a bad spank from me. You hear me well." That's Matron of the ward. She is always threatening us but she is a kind soul inside her. We followed her instruction and get in line with the rest for our medicine. Kevin walked in front of me as usual while pulling at his robe. He always wants to be neat and tidy like a real doctor, but he is an inmate like me too. We are both inmates in the Psychiatry Ward for over ten years now. We played the game of Doctor and Patient daily as its the only thing we know besides eating and sleeping. As I queued in the line, I looked to the open yard and past it is the mortuary. They placed Anne there last year after she fell off the building thinking she is a bird. I was there to coax her to fly as its the only way to get out of here. She did as her mother tells her. And she is free now. I would fly too one day but today I would be a good girl and get my medicine.

"Here's yours, Maggie. John sent you a letter." I thanked the good doctor. He pass me the envelope with the letter from my beloved John. He is serving his sentence in the Penitentiary for murder. He did that for me, as he could not bear to see me suffer under the beatings. He took two of those pigs to the slaughterhouse and they put him in the same pig's pen now in return. But we are safe from the beatings. But not from the officers; here they are dressed aas interns. I know as I seen them coming into my room at night., But that is another story for another day.

( some of us are crazy inside and some are just mad outside. )