What day is it? I wonder as I sit and stare at the white wall. Every day is just like the last. Every week like the week before. I sit staring at the wall and thinking of how much I hate the colour white. All the walls are white. There is only one small window, that is covered by a grate, it allows in so little light. The sheets on the bed, that is bolted to the floor, are white. The doctors all wear white. Why am I here? Why do they keep me here? Why can't I go home? There is a rapping sound on the door and the guard walks in, carrying a metal bar. I know he fears me, he knows I could take him. He fears me, I see it in his eyes. I have guests again, as I do every week. Nobody ever comes alone. They all fear me to. I don't know why they do, I would never hurt them. It is uncle Jesse and Daisy this time, they come every week. Never on the same day, but they always do come. Sometimes Enos or Cooter or both comes with them. Bo never comes though. I don't know why. I always thought he was my best friend. I thought he understood me the most, more then anyone. Why don't he ever come? Does he fear me like everyone else or does he hate me? They brought me another car magazine. I give a fake smile and thank them for it. They give fake smiles back at me. I know they don't want to be here. They don't want to be around me, but they feel obligated to come and see me because I am family. I sit and flip through the magazine. They are talking, the same as always. The same questions every week, after so many months the questions are getting annoying, but I don't allow them to know that.
     "How are you?" Jesse asks.
     "Fine." I reply not looking up from the magazine.
There is another rapping at the door.
     "Visiting time is up." the guard says flatly.
No it has only been a few minutes. But I look at the clock an hour has passed. Minutes pass like hours and yet hours pass like minutes. They get up to leave, I don't want them to go. I hate being here alone. It is so cold at night, I hate to be alone. I grab Daisy by the arm to stop her from leaving.
     "No, you can't go."
Her face has gone pale, her eyes are full of fear. I can feel that she is shaking.
     "Luke... please... you're hurting me." Daisy says her voice is shaking with fear.
I realise I am squeezing her arm to tight. Tighter then I meant to. "Sorry." I say as I let go of her arm.
They start to leave. I yell out for them not to go, not to leave me here alone. I want to go home. I want out of here. I don't like it here. But the don't stop, they ignore my plea. The door clicks shut and I hear it lock, and I realise I never said anything. I sigh and lie quietly down on the bed. The bed is so uncomfortable. As is the pillow. Both are so hard. But I have grown use to it over these past months. I stand and walk around the room, my own personal hell. There is a mirror on the one wall. It is shatterproof, they say. I don't know why it is though. What do they think I'd do if it wasn't? I have a small table, it like the bed is bolted to the floor. I have one picture of my family. They don't care about me. They are so foolish, they have been turned against me. They don't care about me. Bo don't ever come. Why? There must be a good reason. He wouldn't abandon me. He understands me. There is a good reason, but I don't remember. I knew once, but not now. I look in the mirror. My reflection has changed so these past months. My hair and beard have grown long and straggly. I can't have sharp objects so I can't do anything about that. But I don't care. Why should I? I am never allowed leave this horrible room. But soon, any day they'll realise their mistake. They'll realise I don't belong here. They'll let me go home. Any day they'll come and say sorry and let me go home.  I smile at that thought, and go and sit back on the bed. The door opens again, and the doctor walks in. I hate her, with all her questions. Same questions every week.
     "How are you today?" she asks.
     "I am fine." I reply. Thinking to myself I'd be better if I were at home.
     "Do you remember anything?" she asks.
     "Remember what?"
She shakes her head and writes something down on her notepad. She is writing about me. I want to know what she is writing, but she won't tell me. I asked before she only shook her head. She leaves again. Minutes pass, no not minutes hours. It is dinner time. It is Thursday, which mean mystery meat. I think it is meatloaf. It is served with mushy peas and lumpy mashed potatoes. This food is horrible. It tastes like the food served in jail, no worse. Only water to drink. I have to take my medicine. I don't know what the pills are for. All I know is I get them three times a day with my meals. I asked one day what they were for. But they won't tell me. Just like they won't tell me what they are writing about me. All the orderaly says it is cause I am sick. I am not sick, I don't feel sick. She says to just take my medicine like a good boy and not ask questions. I hate her. I want to stuff the pills down her throat. But I sit silently, if I do that I won't be able to go home. Any day they'll let me go home, maybe tomorrow, or the day after that, or perhaps next week. I don't know when but it shall be soon. After I eat the tasteless food, I sit back on the bed. There is nothing to do in this small room. I hate the clothes I must wear here. I can't wear my own clothes. I must wear their uniform. It is so much like jail clothes. Such a horrible blue, green colour and so uncomfortable. It is dark now. I lay down on the bed and close my eyes. I don't know if it is minutes or hours that pass but I fall asleep in my sleep I dream.
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    I am walking back to the car, with Bo. We just went fishing. Judd comes along. Him and Bo don't really get along. I think they hate each other. I just pretend I don't see that. He wants to talk to Bo alone he says. So I take the fishing stuff to the General myself. I get the stuff in the car, then hear yelling. I can't hear what is being said though. I rush back. I am almost to where I was and what I see stops me cold. Judd is trying to kill Bo. I think Bo is already hurt bad, his shirt is covered in blood. I want to run and stop this. I have to, but I can't, I find I am frozen. I see Judd lunge at Bo. The knife stabs in between Bo's ribs. Bo falls to his knees. No this can't be happening. I have to stop it. Why can't I? I see him stab Bo two, three, four more times. I finally find my voice. I yell for him to stop. He does. He stares up at me. I starting walking towards him. I am moving in such slow motion. I tell him to get away from Bo. He flings Bo's limp body to the ground. His head strikes a rock quite hard, I can see blood pooling around Bo's head. Judd starts to run away. I want to go after him, but I have to check on Bo. I yell to Judd that I will find him, not matter where he runs. I go to Bo's side. I carefully pick up his head. His eyes are open. They are glossy and lifeless. I know that Bo is dead. I gently close his eyes and hold his dead body in my arms. I can feel tears burning in my eyes. His lifeless body is bleeding. I can feel his blood coating me, but I don't care.
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    I awake, sure to find myself covered in blood, but there is no blood. All that covers me is a cold sweat. It was only a dream. No not a dream, it is real. It is what they want me to remember. I remember it all now. I lay thinking of what else happened, all that happened to get me here. I don't deserve to be here. All I did was create my own justice. Can't they see that? It is all coming back to me.
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    I know I must find Judd. He must pay for killing Bo. What do I do now? I can't think of what to do. I can't leave Bo here. I pick up his dead body and carry him to the General. I slid him through the passenger window. Then I get in the driver's side. Where should I go? Where did Judd go? I decide to go home. I get back to the farm. I look over at Bo. The bleeding has stopped, his body is so pale. It saddens me so that he is dead. He has always been there for me. I let him down. I wasn't there for him. It is partly my fault that Bo is dead, If I hadn't left him alone with Judd. I get out of the General and walk into the house. I hear voices in the front room. Judd is there, talking to uncle Jesse and Daisy. They both look sad, and look afraid. Afraid of me. He must be telling them lies. What is he telling them? Did he tell them I killed Bo? Would they actually believe that? No, they wouldn't. I tell Judd to get out of the house. He don't listen. I tell him to get the hell out. This time he moves towards the door. As he walks past I tell him I will make him pay. He is almost to the door, I am a couple steps behind him. I walk past the counter and see a knife and pick it up. We are outside now. Jesse and Daisy are behind me. I know they are scared, though I don't know why. They are telling me to stop. Why are they telling me to stop? Don't they want Bo's death avenged? I attack Judd. He tries to get away, but I am too good for him. He is scared now. He knows I am more powerful then him. He knows I am gonna kill him. I stab him once, twice. I hear him scream in pain, it drowns out Jesse and Daisy's screams for me to stop. I keep stabbing him, I lost count of how many times I stabbed him. It is too much fun killing him. Rosco and Enos are here now. They are pulling me off Judd. But he is already dead. They are cuffing me. They are taking me away. Why are they arresting me? All I did was avenge Bo's murder, it is only justice. Don't they care? Don't they care that Bo was killed? They say I killed them both. They don't believe that I didn't kill Bo. They let me go to Bo's funeral though. I don't remember much about that. They had me sedated. They don't trust me. I remember the preacher saying something about it being God's choice of when people die, death is his choice. I would be in prison now if they hadn't had me declared insane. They say I am crazy. I am not crazy.
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    I have been here too long for nothing. It has been so long, why now am I annoyed by all this? Cause I remember the truth. They all turned their backs on me. They come visit for an hour once a week, then rush back to their perfect little lives. They don't care about me. They don't care that Bo is dead. They don't care. They fear me, I know they do. I did nothing to give them any reason to fear me, yet. It is my responsibility to avenge Bo's death. I have to create my own justice. Have to break free from my wrongful imprisonment in this place. I quietly walk to the table and pick up the photo. Then go lay back down on the bed. I carefully tear the picture in half. Bo and I are on one side, Jesse and Daisy the other. I lay the side with me and Bo down on my chest. Then I tear the other side into tiny pieces, then toss the pieces to the floor. The guy who cleans comes in. He thinks I am asleep. He is humming softly. He is cleaning the mirror, his back is to me. He doesn't hear me come up behind him. He is so unaware, till I snap his neck, in one swift movement. Of course then it is too late cause he is dead. He had no time to react, no time to warn the guard. I change into his janitor uniform. Then I put him on the bed and cover him with the sheet. I slid the picture of Bo and me in my pocket. I go to the door, the guard doesn't know it's me. He thinks it is the janitor. He opens the door and lets me out. I walk down the corridors, humming the same tune the janitor was. I walk out the main doors. It is the first time I've been outdoors in months. I take a deep breath of fresh air, and smile. I go to the parking lot and try all the cars, and I find one that is unlocked. I get in and hotwire the car. I head back to Hazzard. I try to decide who to take care of first. Death is for me to decide. Me and no one else.
     I decide to stop at the store first. I need some better clothes. The door is not locked. I go into the store and get a pair of jeans, a belt and a long sleeved blue shirt. There is a washroom. The door has a sign that says: Employees only. I go in anyway. I change into the new clothes. In the drawer by the sink I find scissors and a razor. I decide to cut my hair and shave my beard. Within minutes my reflection in the mirror is the way it looked so many months ago. As I am making my way out I stop and take a pair of boots in my size. I go back to the car and put the boots on there. I sit and look at the picture for a moment then slid the picture in the pocket of my jeans. I stuff the old clothes and shoes under the front seat. I try to think of who to teach a lesson to first. I can't decide. Don't make much a difference they all will be dealt with. I drive past the courthouse. I decide to go there first. I park the car in the alley. I quietly walk inside. Only Enos is here, good. He shall be dealt with first. He hears me come in.
     "Who's there?" he calls out.
But I don't answer. I sneak around and walk up behind him. He turns around. His complexion is so pale. I know he is scared. I just smile and grab the scissors off the table and lunge at him. I plunge the scissors into his throat. He staggers and falls dead to the ground. He was a liar. He deserved to die. He pretended to be my friend. No that's not right he pretended to be "our" friend. I smile at my handy work. Killing is so easy. His blood is on my hands, I wipe it off on my jeans. I hear someone coming in. I quickly hide. It is Rosco. He is shocked to find Enos's slain body, and is filled with grief. He don't hear me come up behind him. I don't want to waste much time on him, so I just snap his neck. He falls over dead. I leave quickly. I get back into the car. As I start to drive I see Boss heading towards the courthouse. He don't see the car until it is too late and I run him over. I smile and think, how ironic his death was. He always said we were such careless drivers. Guess I showed him just what careless driving really is. I laugh at that thought. I drive out of town. I decide to take care of our other fake friend first. I'll take care of the traitorous family last.
     I walk into Cooter's house. I try to be quiet but he still hears me. He is getting up to see who is here. I grab a tire iron out of the tool box by the door and hide around the corner. He turns the light on and walks into the room. I step in front of him. I can see his eyes fill with horror. He opens his mouth to speak, but I don't want to hear anything this liar has to say. I hit him across the head with the tire iron. He stumbles and drops to his knees. I hit him again and again, laughing the whole time. I think I hit about six times. His body lies broken and bleeding on the floor. My clothes are stained with blood now. Oh well. Time to go home.
     I get to the farm and sneak through the window to our room. Nobody hears me come in. I turn the light on. The room is empty, except for the two beds and dresser. All our stuff is gone. They got rid of it all. They don't care at all that we aren't here. They have written us out of their lives. I walk quietly to the kitchen and get a knife. I decide Daisy is first to be taken care of. I walk into her room and sit on the bed by her. She is startled. She wakes up and turns the lamp on.
     "Luke?" she says. Her voice is quiet and trembling with fear.
     "Hush." I say softly and place my hand over her mouth. "I don't want to hear a word you have to say."
I raise the knife, it glistens in the light. Her eyes become filled with a genuine fear. I smile to see that. Now she has reason to be afraid, not like before I remembered all that happened. She wants to scream, but I keep my hand over her mouth.  I stab her once, twice then three times for charm. Her body has gone still. I think she is dead, yes she is dead. I leave her room and go to Jesse's. He is last one to be taken care of. He is the worst of all them. He hears me come into the room. He turns on the light.
     "Luke, what . . ." he starts to say but I cut his sentence off.
     "Shut up. I don't want to hear anything you have to say. I know you never cared about us. You lied that you did. But I now know the truth."
     "Luke that is not true." he says,
I am surprised how calm his voice is. How can he be so calm?
     "Yes it is. You were glad to get rid of us. You say I killed him. I didn't. I avenged his death and you had me locked away. Said I was crazy..." I start, then laugh at that.
     "Just settle down Luke." he says. His voice is still calm.
How can he stay so calm? Don't he know I am gonna kill him?
     "Don't tell me what to do. I see through your lies. Vengeance shall be mine."
I lunge forward and stab him. He doesn't even struggle. It is almost as though he is excepting death. He falls to the floor unmoving. I think he is dead, I don't know. I want to be sure though. I know I'll burn this place to the ground. I go out to the barn and get a can of gas and go back into the house. I splash gas on everything. Then I go to the door and toss a lit match in. I stand back, watching the blazing fire. The house was so quickly engulfed by the flames. I go back into the barn. There is a car covered with a black tarp. I pull off the tarp. I smile when I see the General Lee. I slid into the driver's side. The keys are in the car. I start the engine and hit the accelerator and speed away from the farm. As I speed along the winding dirt roads my mind drifts to a simpler time. When Bo and I sped along these dirt roads, so carefree. If I close my eyes I can almost imagine Bo in the car with me. Then I remember he is gone, and I am alone. I can't do this anymore. I don't want to be alone. I am out by Rainbow Canyon. The sun is starting to rise over the horizon. I see the edge coming and I accelerate more. The car sails off the edge of the cliff and flies through the air. "YEE-HAW!" I yell at the top of my lungs. I see the ground fast approaching and I laugh. "I decide who dies. Death is for me to decide." I know my death is coming. It is what I want. It is my decision, like all their deaths were. All their deaths, all but Bo's. Vengeance is mine. I can feel tears brimming my eyes. I try to stop the tears. Why should I cry?I have no reason to cry. But I can't hold the tears back,  a couple tears slid down my cheeks. I realise why I am crying. The final words that leave my mouth before the car crumbles into the bottom of the canyon are: "I am so sorry."