The uniformly attired sergeant took to the podium. A loquacious figure, he was attuned to the art of speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen“, said the sergeant.

“As you are all aware, last Wednesday, Virginia Volkova disappeared from her house during the midnight hours.” The sergeant looked to his notepad, reading the script he had so clearly well-rehearsed.

“We are taking this investigation very seriously as an urgent matter.”

He began to list the events that unfolded that night. Virginia had been in the forest with an unknown woman. The stream of conversation had become an inaudible blur. Though I did not know my neighbour I had become transfixed about the events surrounding her disappearance. Before I knew it, very soon after the sergeant’s speech was finished.

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A thunderous applause reverberated through the concert hall as the Sergeant relaxed his notepad onto the podium, after lamenting the litany of offences present.

I tried with tremendous zeal to not convey the impression I was dissatisfied with what had been said. The audience were my jury, and I stood like Judas. I believed the audience and the sergeant to be my conspirators, judging with their eyes and tongues.

Curiosity appeared to prevail within the enigmatic events which had unfolded.

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I could not sleep the following evening. The medication was taking effect in an adverse manner. The citalopram was making me irritated and agitated, disturbing my sleeping patterns.

I looked at the box. High doses of citalopram can increase mania and suicidal thoughts. I was on 40mg, the highest dose.

It was the lithium I had issues with. I believed I was intoxicated on the substance. Incoherent on the intoxicating substance I looked to the book; my diary.

During my series of blank spells, I had requested that the others, the voices in my head, kept a journal detailing my whereabouts, and what had been done to this body. With great reluctance I turned timidly to the page I feared the most. Winston