Billy was thrown awake. A bright light shined into his eyes. He quickly moved his hand in front of his face to shield his eyes from the light. He was laying down on a comfortable surface that felt somewhat like a bed. He sat up and looked around. He was in a bright white room, the walls were padded with multiple squares covering it completely. There was also a white sink, toilet, and a table with two chairs on both sides. Billy looked down and saw that he was sitting on a simple single bed that had a white pillow, white sheets and a white frame. He remained looking downward and saw that he was wearing a white T-shirt, white sweat pants and a pair of white slippers.

"What the hell?" He questioned himself as he looked around the area in disbelief. He didn't know where he was nor what was going on. How'd he get here? What is this place? It didn't look real, it looked like some kind of dream, like a fantasy. He got up off the bed and stood up. He walked around a little and examined his surroundings. He then turned and walked towards the door. He tried opening it, but it was locked. What was going on? Why was he here? This place... it was... it looked like a...

Just then, the door opened. Billy stepped back as he saw an older man with a white gown walk in with two armed guards walking behind him.

"Billy Coen." The doctor called out to him.

"Yes?" He replied, not sure of what to expect from this man.

"I'm Doctor Collins, I would like to ask you a few questions. Would you sit down?" He asked.

"Sure." Billy replied and sat down at the table. The doctor sat down in the other chair while both of the armed guards watched him from behind the doctor.

"How have you been feeling, Billy?" He asked.

"Fine." Billy said. "Umm where am I?"

"You mean you don't know?" He asked, surprised. Billy sighed.

"Well, yeah, that's why I asked." The doctor sighed.

"Here, let me ask you this. Do you know why you're here?" Billy shook his head. The doctor took a deep breath before placing a photo on the table.

"Do you know this woman?" He asked. Billy nodded.

"Yes, that's Rebecca." He answered.

"What's your relation with her?"

"Well, me and her used to know each other. She means a lot to me."

"Is that so?" Billy nodded his head. The doctor took the photo back and placed another photo.

"What about this man?" Billy took a good look before shaking his head.

"Never seen him before."

"He doesn't look at all familiar?"

"No, not all." The doctor sighed and took the photo back. Billy was getting really irritated. He didn't know what this was about nor what he was doing here.

"What's all this about, doc?" He asked. "Why are you doing this?" The doctor hesitated before answering.

"You're in a mental hospital, Billy."

"What, why?" Billy questioned, surprised.

"Those two people I showed you in the photos, you murdered both of them two years ago."

"What, are you crazy?" Billy questioned. "I would never hurt Rebecca! What's the matter with you?" The doctor sighed before standing up and turning away.

"We'll talk again soon." He stated. "Goodbye." He said and then walked away.

"Hey, get back here, you son of a bitch!" Billy shouted and got up out of his chair to chase after him, but was stopped in his tracks by the guards who stood in front of him and blocked his way. He tried to attack one, but the guard blocked his attack, raised his weapon, and struck him hard with the stock of the gun, sending him back and causing him to collapse on the floor.

"Don't touch me, you sick bastard." The guard said, the other one laughed as they both exited the room and the door closed behind them.

Billy laid there, on his stomach, blood from the recent wound oozing out of his forehead. He remembered now, about what had happened, but he refused to believe it. Even though he refused, however, he still knew it was true. In regret and remorse for his actions, Billy's whole body began to twitch as tears began falling down his cheeks from his eyes and onto the cold, hard floor beneath him.

The End