Murder

**Scene 1- The Suspect Room.**

“The moment I got there he was already dead”, screamed Ruby, the gardener.

“You are lying. The garden shovel had your fingerprints “, the maid snapped in between.

“Maybe he got punished for his sins as he was cheating on his wife”, the priest said in a low and scared tone.

“Isn’t it possible that she killed him? She might have used the shovel with gloves so that her fingerprints does not get etched on it and instead, I become the prime suspect. Also, I had an argument with him that day, so the plot of planting the evidence against me and motive of me killing him becomes very much easier for her”, argued Ruby pointing the finger at me.

And I just sat there watching all of them arguing about who killed my husband. “What a scumbag he was. He cheated on me. But the question is Who killed him? Can the maid and the priest be trusted?” I was pondering over those questions and those 3 idiots were arguing about me being the murderer. But I knew the truth. I didn’t kill him.

As these questions were swimming inside my head, I took a look at the only mirror in the small room. The reflection showed a steel table, on the table a glass of water and a chair on which I was sitting. And no one else.

The reflection showed only me. Not the gardener, not the maid, not the priest but only me. As I saw the reflection, I turned my head to the police officer who was monitoring me through a small window and smiled at him.

**Scene 2- The monitor room**

“Good afternoon Mr. Andy. What’s going on? What’s the case” asked another officer to me.

“Well, yesterday evening a woman came here rushing in. She was scared and she told us that someone had killed her husband at her place. I went over her place with the team of forensics, but found no one. There was no body. When we questioned the neighbors, they told us that she was not even married. So, we took her in for further questioning today morning and the doctors also examined her. It turns out to be a case of Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID).” I replied.

And then I smiled back at her through the window. It was really painful for me to see her in such a situation.

**Scene 3-The doctor room**

“Hello doctor. How are you? Are you taking up a new case?” asked the assistant.

“We have a case of a man who pretends to be a police officer investigating a murder alerted by a woman”, I said.

“Okay. That’s good. Anyways, can you come with me to the next room? We want you to meet someone.” he said.

“Who?”, I asked.

“We want you to meet a real doctor and tell him about the murder of the cheating husband, wife, the gardener, the maid, the priest, the police officer Andy, his partner and the doctor inside you.” he said.

I just smiled. They didn’t know how many more personalities they have to unearth from the depths of my crazy mind. Was it DID? I don’t know. But, one thing’s for sure. I am going to let them question their own sanity.