Don't You See I'm Broken?

I woke up to find my hands were handcuffed to the bed frame of the hospital bed I was laying in. There was a strap about 6 inches wide over my bare chest, holding me down so I couldn't lift more than an inch off the bed. My ankles were bound by similar straps Where the fuck was I? I don't remember anything after the police showed up. Oh my god... I killed my family. That was real, that wasn't just a dream. Why do I do that? Some times I just lose control. Like my body is taken over by something else.
I'm not particularly upset about my parents being gone, but what did I do to my little brother? Is he alive? I remember him running away, but I have no idea what else had happened. I look around the room for some sign of where I am. Its empty except for my bed and a wooden chair which is beside the bed like some one was sitting there watching me.
The door opened and startled me, two men walked in, one wearing a suit, the other wearing doctors garb.
"You are in big trouble, Andrew." Said the one in a suit. His bald head was shiny under the light and his eyes looked like he'd eaten too much McDonalds and was holding back a shit. The doctor sat next to me in the chair with his clip board and pen, looking intent in asking me a lot of questions.
"Lets start with some thing simple," He said "do you feel safe, Andrew?"
"How the hell could I feel safe, you've got me locked up in a place I've never seen before, tied down to a bed!"
"You are in a safe place, you can't hurt yourself or anyone here. Did you think about killing your family before that day?"
I tried to pull against the restrains a bit more.
"It's no use, just so you know. Now answer the question?"
"No, I never thought about it."
"Do you consciously know what you were doing?"
"Yeah, I think."
"What do you mean you think?"
"It's more like I was watching myself do it."
"Do you feel you had control of your body during the act?"
"Not really..."
"Have you ever heard voices that had no explanation or hallucinated?"
"Define hallucinated?"
"Had visual and physical stimulation which was not real or could not be explained and was not experience by anyone but you."
"Uh yeah I guess so."
The doctor looked at his clip board, made a bunch of little notes the walked over to the man in a suit. He said something over his shoulder that I couldn't hear, then left.
"Well Andrew, it looks like you've gotten off with pleading insanity for now. You have to stay here for observation though. Sit tight, someone will collect you and show you to your new room."

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