Damned.

The paint was just sitting there, staring at her. Taunting her, calling out to her. Her fingers yearned to reach out to it, feel it run through her fingers and over her skin. The temptation was almost there, she almost gave in and went to it. But the voice was stopping her.

'Hevana, no. You know what you have to do. You're not going to disappoint your father now, are you?

She shook her head, no she wasn't going to disappoint her father. He wouldn’t like her then and then her mother would be right, that he didn't care about her because he wasn't alive. But he was alive, to her. He did care, and he loved her.

Hevana just knew that she had to do this for him.



Mrs Lolison, Hevana's mother, sighed with frustration as she pulled her car into the driveway of her house. She couldn't get in contact with her daughter, and although she was a little frustrated because of it, this scared her a lot. There was hardly times where she couldn't get hold of her daughter, and the last time she could remember it was when she was eighteen.

She had come home to Hevana laying in the bath, painted white. This, of course, worried her immensely for her daughter's mental health but the bare thought of ever losing her quickly made her forget all about it and just pretend it never happened.

Mrs Lolison climbed out of her car, locking it as she went, and opened the door to her house. The minute she did, her nostrils were greeted with the strong smell of gasoline. Immediately after, her sight was greeted with the horrific sight of her daughter stand in the middle of the hallway, her hair dripping wet, a single match stick held in her right hand.

And the worst thing was, the match was lit.

“Hevana! No, what on earth are you doing? That's dangerous!” The panic was so clear in her voice that she even scared herself.

Hevana looked up from the burning flame to her mother and smiled, “But mum, daddy wants us to join him. Because he loves us and misses us.”

She then tilted her head, now taking in her mother's terrified face.

“Don't you miss him, mum? Don't you miss dad?”

There was no answer from Mrs Lolison, she was far to concerned in where that match was going and she feared for what the wet stuff was that her hair was soaked in. She hoped it wasn't what she thought it was.

She didn't get why Hevana always said that she speaks to her father, he's been dead for years. At first, she thought it was a way of coping with his death, late mourning as such. There was nothing wrong with that, she wasn't doing any harm with it.

But lately, things had been getting out of control with her, and it made Mrs Lolison scared of her daughter.

“MUM. Don't. You. Miss. Dad?”

Hevana's hand was shaking, the flame moving slightly but not enough to fall or cause any damage yet. The yet was worrying.

“Of course I do honey, I miss him more then anything,” she said, trying not to show the fear in her voice now. A smile reappeared on her daughter's face.

“Good. He misses you too mum. He wants us to join him,” the match started moving move in her hands.

This made Mrs Lolison scared enough for her daughter's safety that she grabbed the phone from beside her. She quickly put in the emergency number and pressed phone. A moment later she got through to someone. And she wasted no time in telling them what was wrong.

“I need someone quick! Please, I don't know what's wrong with my daughter. I'm worried for her mental well-being. Please!”

'She thinks you're crazy Hevana. She thinks I'm not real.'

Hevana's eyes widened as she looked at her mum, still on the phone and was now listing off their address.

'Do it, do it now!'

The gasoline that lined the skirting board along the floor lit on fire when she chucked the flame over onto it. The flames grew high, and started to encircle bother mother and daughter in the house. Emergency lights and sirens could already be heard.

“We're going to be a family again, mum,” as she said that, Hevana's eyes lit up with joy.

The same thought kept going through Mrs Lolison's head, and that was 'What is wrong with my daughter?'

There was obviously something very wrong with her, in her mind. And she wanted to think about what it could be, but there was a fire slowly trapping both of them inside the house. She didn't want to die today.

Hevana's eyes followed the flames around, which gave her the chance to tackle her onto the floor. She didn't know what to do, but all she knew was that she needed to get herself and her daughter out in safety. And she knew it was going to have to be fast.

“What are you doing? We have to stay here mum, dad needs us. He needs us!”

Ignoring her daughter's shouts and struggles, Mrs Lolison held her daughter as she tried to see through the flames to know where to do. She didn't know which way to go.

The fire fighters burst through the door which relieved her of not knowing what to do.

Both daughter and mother were quickly taken from the burning house, and placed in the back of paramedic vans to be checked over just in case. And that was when Mrs Lolison made her mind up, fully.

The medic who was looking over her was the one to help her.

“And who exactly started the fire?”

“My daughter. I don't know what to do with her. There's something not right with her, and I'm scared of it. She needs help but I don't know what type of help she needs. Do you know what I can do to help her?” That was when Ashworth Asylum was mentioned. A phone call was made, and a van sent to pick Hevana up.

She knew nothing of it until it turned up, and with her mother standing beside her where she still was seated in the back of the paramedic van, the man in charge came over to her.

“Mrs Lolison, yes? We spoke on the phone. And this must be your daughter, Hevana Lolison?” She just nodded, looking down at her daughter.

“Mum, who are these people? What do they want?”

“You need help honey, and these people are here to help you. I'm sorry, but this was the only thing I could do,” she watches as her daughter's eyes widened as she realised she was trapped, her mother on one side of her, the man on the other and two other people that came with the man in front of her.

“No...you can't do this. There is nothing wrong with me!”

When the man gave the signal, the two other men held Hevana down, to sedate her as the man lead her mother to the side to sign all the papers. And by the time she had done that, Hevana was out like a light in the back of their own van.

“Thank you so much for taking her at such short notice, I'm so glad I'm leaving her in very good hands.”

The man nodded, a small, almost evil-like grin appearing on his face, “Oh yes, in very good hands.”