What is insanity? What does it mean to be insane? Who can judge a mans sanity,how does such men have the right? According to the dictionary Insanity is defined as "The condition of being insane; a derangement of the mind." The derangement of the mind,how can they truely say such things when man,himself only uses a portion of his mind at any given time,I think the definition of insanity is as vague as the condition itself..they lock them up,give them medication and perhaps give them a nice shock every once in awhile,in the hope that they will be cured.Truely,the cure for insanity should be sought upon at the source,the thing that pushed a man over the edge,the thing that drove a man to harm his loved ones...or so it's told.
The date was june the 11th,1880 I remember it like it was yesterday,yeah.. my wife,Abigail,of nearly five years was out tending to her garden,she called it her happy place,she never liked being stuck inside,always talking about the different varieties of flowers,and of their unique scents.Not to far behind her was the joy of my life,my daughter,Rose,I suppose you can guess who named her by now..I'd give anything to turn back time and to live forever in that day.... ahem,I suppose I'd give anything to be out of this hell,this torture that was beset upon me.The night came like usual,everything was normal..yes the night,itself was nothing special,or..atleast I thought at the time,It was the morning.. that rainy,unforgivable morning.I remember waking up in a cold sweat,dripping in the stuff,I remember it being silent.. not like the usual silence,there was no bird chirps,no outside noise,just silence.Facing the window I opened my eyes,hoping to be greeted by the morning sun,but instead by the lines of rain running down my window,that's when I noticed the blood.I quickly jumped out of bed in a frenzy to find the source,amoungst the crazed search I wiped my face with my hands,in complete shock I realized I was covered in the blood that drove me from my bed in the first place,then it hit me like a hammer to my breast,my wife wasn't in bed.
I quickly ran down the stairs,nearly killing myself in the process,through the halls into the kitchen in which I paused for a moment to catch my breath,thats when I noticed there was more blood.The blood covered the floor like molasses,at this point I couldn't hold the tears back any longer,I walked carefully through the covered floor to the window right above the counter that my now missing wife used to make her fine apple pie on those lovely saturday mornings.I pulled myself together,wiping my tears away I noticed something strange out in the garden,I quickly sprinted out the back door to the garden to see what it was,I still regret the moment I made that decision.I stood in horror,then a sudden sickness in my stomach came upon me so strongly that the contents expelled themselves from my being.After a few moments of the sickness I saw in full the very image,my darkest nightmare come true,there laying in the garden was the remains of my lovely wife,her beauty defiled by the dark tones of blood covering the very face I used to think about all day while at work,the face I dreamed about.I fell to my knees,praying to god that this was just a bad dream,wishing for it to not be real.
It wasn't long after that when my neighbor,Rosetta,quickly notified the police and I was detained,I suppose being covered in the victims blood doesnt help a mans innocence.I was quickly informed also(tho in a rather rude and sarcastic manner) that my lovely Rose was found in the cellar,as worse off as her mother