I've had the chance to get back to basics or rather becoming myself again. It's a strange thing that physical exhaustion can do. The body being limp with the emotional and physical pressure can do to anyone, especially when the mind is totally hyperactive.

Now, I want to get back to Wanda. It's been years since I have blogged about her I felt safe, albeit a suspicious safe,  but safe nontheless. Wanda's crimes had caught up with her. But with her criminal history you would think that she would never see the outside again. I naively thought that would keep the world safe. My job was done and I could sleep soundly.

Fast forward to a few years later and bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'd had enough time to cope and ready or not, it was time to check up on her. They didn't sentence her for years in prison for the many crimes she had committed. No, not for her because she happens to be a special case. I chocked down a scream. I have to find out what happened. I dug deeper and contacted a few people from my old investigation days.

I should have just left it alone but there was a part of me that couldn't bear with that level of ignorance. So I kept on my pursuit. The story is that she had plead insanity. These trips to mental institutions had been well documented and it was decided that she would re-enter another mental health facility. If she did her would communed to a smaller sentence and she would one day be able to rejoin society if she agreed. She agreed and went to an upper class one.

This is where the justice system fails. I remember as she had me scrubbing her floors, that had gotten off the hook in other states. I remember those long nights where I was imprisoned. She claimed I wasn't safe on my own and when I contested, she had told me that she was not safe alone because she's going to hurt herself. nothing can make you feel more like an idiot then an easy con preying on one's good will.

I'd like to think that justice could win one for the good ones. But with Wanda, this was never the case. I remember in my many sleepless night of her telling me how she got off of many a crime because she knew how to work the system. They wouldn't put her away for good, ever because she was simply misunderstood. Ok, that last part was bullshit.

She made the the same plea as before and just like before there, she spent time in a mental facility and "made a recovery." As such as these things are, she was released. I trouble myself in the middle of the night that my phone might ring that horror my lie on the end of the line. I think sometimes in the middle of the night that I'm being watched.

It sounds paranoid, manic and possibly diluted but  this wasn't the only time that this has ever happened.  It was the first time it was a woman (I hope to god I'm right on this) that stalked me. The men seem to be plenty but that's a story for another blog post.

More than anything, I know I can survive. I will survive. What plagues is me is that justice was not done. They let her out to do to others what she had done to me. I have at least a moral sense of who I am and for all I lack, mentally durable.

But what of the others? Could they say the same or will history repeat itself?