David Radley Diary Entry

In the six years I spent tracking David Addley, it never occurred to me that he didn’t exist. Sitting in the corner of a padded room in a straight jacket can be an enlightening experience. The nurses had told me numerous times the night before that there was no one named David Addley who lived in the small town I’d come too searching for him. I didn't and couldn't believe them at the time. I had screamed his name all night through the holes on the window of my cell door until the nurses were forced to sedate me. Six years ago my wife left me without a word. It was devastating. One day I saw her walking down the street with another man. I couldn't believe it. Weeks past and she slowly began to fade from my mind. Then one day, exactly six years
I went down to the hotel bar to have a few drinks with the last little bit of my money. I don't remember what happened after that exactly. I was told I had a breakdown at the bar and they called the cops. I had been belligerent and insolent with the police. Screaming at them to bring me too David Addley and cursing them for not finding my wife. Being from a different town these cops had no idea who I was or what I was talking about. They thought I was insane, and rightfully so. They brought me to the mental institution on the outskirts of town for the professionals to deal with me. Still thrashing and fighting, I was forced into a straight jacket and tossed into a padded cell. Thats where I stayed until I they were forced to sedate when I wouldn't calm down. They gave me other medications to stabilize me when I finally came too. They informed yet again that there was no man named David Addley. They told me that years ago my wife had died in a car accident the day I thought that she had left me. The police had come to me a few days following to tell me that she had died in a car crash when she veered off into a ditch and that it had taken a few days for them to find the car. When they told me something