The Nine Greatest Deaths in the History of Marsden Creek: 2 | By Nick Lachmund

What can I say? She was my mother and I loved her. I loved more than anyone can ever know.


 

The Nine Greatest Deaths in the History of Marsden Creek: 2

By Nick Lachmund

For the ‘To the Nines’ Award: Part 8


 

I sometimes sit in my room and imagine that she is in here with me. She strokes my hair, tells me that she loves me. She makes me feel like a little kid again, where all I wanted in the world was to be held by her. My fantasy always shifts though. I always end up reliving our last moments together. They were equally as significant as they were beautiful to me. Thank God the cops didn’t come to get me until the next morning after I was caught with Cathy. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to share the experience with Mum.

I remember laughing when the Judge was sentencing me. She said something about me being one of the most disturbed offenders she had seen. I laughed when she said I was being committed to here, rather than going to jail. The ‘nuthouse’ seemed like a nicer option than the ‘joint’. The look in the Judge’s eyes stopped my laughing. She looked scared. I think was genuinely frightened that someone like me exists in the same world as her. In that moment, I realised the power that I possessed. I could make anyone in the world fear me. It was a beautiful moment, only spoiled as the guards dragged me out the courtroom.

Mum had me when she was young and she was only 32 when she died. She still had a youthful body, as if squeezing me out of her had stunted her development. She was short and, due to having no kids after me, her body was small and tight. When I looked over her naked body that day, I thought she could pass for a teenager and, for the first time, I realised how lucky I was that she was my mother. The other kids my age had mums that were fat and old and ugly. But my Mum was beautiful. I loved her more in that moment than I ever did while she was alive.

Stonewell Hospital is a care facility built in the early 2000s upon the grounds of what was once the Stonewell Mental Institute, about an hour’s drive from Marsden Creek. While it specialises in treating patients with mental health issues, it also has a number of other wards. Unfortunately, it has no pathology department. For the past few years it has been my home. The food is shit, most of the orderlies are arseholes and time moves slowly here. But there are some perks. One orderly, a bear of a man named Jason, lets me use his computer to surf the internet if I give him special favours. The favours leave a bad taste in my mouth, but at least I get to see what’s going on in the real world every now and again.

Tomorrow is a special day, my faithful followers. Tomorrow is the day I get released from this place. I’ve spent enough time lying and providing the answers that I know they want to earn a ticket out of here. Nine years for one murder and two interfere with a corpse charges isn’t a bad result. Tomorrow I’ll be free of this place and finally taste freedom. I cannot wait. First thing I’m going to do is go back to Marsden Creek. I feel like I have unfinished business there. I need to go back to my hometown and show them, and you, the greatest death in Marsden Creek’s history. I need to create the winner. That’s always been how this has to end. I need to be number one on this list.