ASYLUM - (4)

"Who-who-who's there?" I asked. No answer. "Answer! Answer NOW!"
A rustling of plastic bags was frail against the sharp tone of the person's voice.
"Honey!" they said. "Calm down, you sound a little manic, let me in please!"
Cautiously, I opened the door. It was a woman, a woman who looked surprisingly alike to my mother. The same appearance, voice, name and character - though it couldn't be, of course, my mother's dead. My father killed her. Then he tried to kill me. I let the woman in though - I had the gun as my security inside the palm of my left hand.
"Who-who are you?" I asked.
"I'm your mother, sweetie, who are you?" she laughed.
"No. No no my mother - she is dead -"
"Um hun I'm here .. Must have just been a dream - or nightmare, I hope.."
"ok then, 'mum', what is the name of my sister?"
She paused. Turned to face me, looking at me inquisitively..
"you don't have a sister"
"Ok then?? No, no I do!! Lucy!! Lucy my sister!!"
"... You don't have a sister."
I pointed to Lucy, holding Charlie in her arms in the corner, pointed her out to mum but mum was looking indirectly, yet saying she sees no-one. I pointed her in the right direction though she still shook her head. "no. I don't see her"