Iris: A Narrative Fiction

Breathe. You have to breathe, Iris. You have to snap out of this, it’s not real. None of this is real. “Ms. Montez, you have to open your eyes, dear. You have to be coherent to continue with your session,” the man said. I hate him, I hate this stupid man. He has no idea what he’s talking about. It’s all lies, what he’s telling me. Nothing is true. “Ms. Montez!” he shouts. My eyes shoot open, startled at the doctor’s harsh tone. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, my body trickling with perspiration. “Ah, good. For a moment, I thought you’ve completely shut down. Now, shall we continue?” I let out a heavy sigh, nodding slowly. You have to cooperate with him, Iris. If you don’t, he’ll put you back in the dark room. “Ms. Montez-” “Stop calling me that, it makes me feel old, call me by my name,” I
interrupted him. He smiles shortly, “Alright, Iris.
Do you know why you’re here?” I thought about it for a moment. Did I? I shook my head, “No, actually. I haven’t come to think about it,”. The doctor scribbles something down on his note pad. “Can you tell me the last thing you remember before you woke up here?” I bit my lip, trying my best to remember. “I think I remember being at the movies with a few friends of mine. I remember being pissed off because my boyfriend never showed up, when he told me he was going to be there. I tried to reach him but…” the doctor raises his eyebrow, “But?” I cleared my throat, “But his phone was going straight to voicemail. My friends asked if I wanted to go out to eat with them after the movie ended but I told them no, so I got a cab and went home, and…” the doctor leaned forward slightly, “And then what?” I looked down at my hands, they were shaking. What happened after that? “I can’t remember anything after that. All I remember is going home then waking up here,” I stated, in a frustrated tone. I looked at the doctor, my eyebrows furrowing, “Do you know what happened? Why am I here, doctor?”. He sighed and put down his note pad and pen on the side
table. “Now, Iris, I’m going to tell you. And I want you to keep still and be in a calm state of mind when I tell you,” My face changed from confusion to worry, “Tell me what happened,” He crossed his legs, “When the police went inside of your house, your mother and boyfriend, Tim, were sprawled out on the kitchen floor, dead, with stab wounds all over their body. You killed them, Iris,” My face showed a state of shock and horror. I shook my head furiously, “No. No, no, no. You’re lying. No, you’re lying, doctor. Why are you lying?!” I started screaming at him, throwing myself out of the chair, running to the door. I started banging on the locked double doors, “Let me out! Get me out of here!” I heard footsteps coming towards the door from the outside. They opened and several nurses walked in, grabbing my arms and pulling me down to the ground as I was struggling to get free of their grasps. “Please, stop! Let me go! I didn’t do it, I didn’t do it, I swear!” The next thing I remember is a sharp pain on the side of my neck and complete blackness.
I’m walking down my driveway, the pavement is slick from the rain. It’s a fairly long driveway to walk down. There’s groups of trees splattered about and various types of flowers that me and my mom planted last summer. I smiled at the thought of last summer; it was the greatest summer of my life. I met so many great people, I got to spend quality time with my mom and my little brother, and I met the most incredible guy, who turned out to be my boyfriend in the long run. I sighed happily myself and I continued to my house. I walked up the steps and saw the lights on through the window. It’s kind of late for my mom to still be up, I thought. I unlocked the front door, and stepped inside, closing the door quietly, in case my brother was asleep already. I was still facing the door when I heard muffled groans coming from my bedroom. I turned around and raised an eyebrow. I walked slowly towards my slightly ajar door, “Mom?” I spoke softly. No response. I swallowed and slowly opened my door. My breath got caught in my throat; my mom was on top of my boyfriend, both of them naked. I gasped and put a hand over my mouth. My mother looked over slightly, her eyes widened. “Oh my god, Iris! I didn’t think you’d be home-” I screamed, “ Oh my god!” I ran from the door into the kitchen. Rage ran through me, tears streaming down my face. I looked around the kitchen and my eyes caught the glimmer of the chef’s knife. I strode towards it, pulling it out of the knife block. I held it by my side in my shaking hand. I unconsciously made my way back to the room. My mother was getting dressed, so was Tim. She saw me, then she saw the knife and stopped. She swallowed obnoxiously, “Iris, what are you doing with that? Put that knife down, right now…” She stated slowly. I shook my head, a devilish grin making its way on my face. “No, mother. Now it’s your turn to be punished. My boyfriend? Out of all the men you could have chosen, you picked my boyfriend?!” With that I strode towards her with the knife held high and-
“Oh my god!” I shot up in the bed, sweat dripping from my forehead, my breathing rapid.
“I killed her... I killed them”.