Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Charity Case By JIM HARMON Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Certainly I see things that aren't there and don't say what my voice says—but how can I prove that I don't have my health? When he began his talk with "You got your health, don't you?" it touched those spots inside me. That was when I did it. Why couldn't what he said have been "The best things in life are free, dark to add to my punishment. But I learned he didn't know the light I stayed in the dark longer for lying about the light. Alone in the dark, I wouldn't have had it so bad if it wasn't for the He looked the way I did in the mirror. They did unpleasant things to Because they were real, I talked about them as if they were real, and I almost earned a bunk in the home for retarded children until I got smart enough to keep the beasts to myself. on my ninth birthday. The trouble came from the notes written in my Sometimes there were drawings. I didn't write those notes or make those drawings. My mother and father must have been glad when I was sent away to reform The reform school was nicer. There were others there who'd had it about like me. We got along. I didn't watch their shifty eyes too much, or others got money from home to buy the things they needed—razor blades, candy, sticks of tea. I got a letter from Mom or Dad every now and then before they were killed, saying they had sent money or that it was When I was expelled from reform school, I left with just one idea in Onward Christian Soldiers people were always watching every move I made. He braced his red-furred hands on the sides of his auctioneer's stand and leaned his splotched eagle beak toward us. "Brothers, this being Thanksgiving, I pray the good Lord that we all are truly thankful for all that we have received. Amen." Some skin-and-bones character I didn't know struggled out of his seat, amening. I could see he had a lot to be thankful for—somewhere he had received a fix. "Brothers," Partridge went on after enjoying the interruption with a beaming smile, "you shall all be entitled to a bowl of turkey soup prepared by Sister Partridge, a generous supply of sweet rolls and scampering after water soup and stale bread. As soon as I got cleaned up, I was going to have dinner in a good restaurant, and I was going to order such expensive food and leave such a large tip for the waiter and send one to the chef that they were going to think I was rich, and some I was alone, marking time behind the closed half of double doors. One creased or worn. I pulled my hand out of the box. I tried I knew what the trouble was, of course. I was in a monkey trap. The inside like a chicken having its neck wrung. The next time I glanced at the clock, it said ten minutes had gone by. My hand still wasn't free and I hadn't budged the box. "This," Brother Partridge said, "is one of the most profound experiences of my life." the preacher explained in wonderment. "Cold turkey," he corrected. "Are you scoffing at a miracle?" "People are always watching me, Brother," I said. "So now they do it even when they aren't around. I should have known it would come to that." to it. I had never got away with anything in my life. I was too smart to even try anything but the little things. "I may be able to help you," Brother Partridge said, "if you have faith and a conscience." Brother Partridge regarded me solemnly. "There must be something special about you, for your apprehension to come through miraculous intervention. But I can't imagine what." "I always get apprehended somehow, Brother," I said. "I'm pretty special." it was a twenty, and that was almost the same thing to me. I creased it We took a couple of camp chairs and I told him the story of my life, or most of it. It was hard work on an empty stomach happened to me when I thought back over my life. The same thing. —reminded of Job. William, you are being punished for some great sin. Of that, I'm sure." "Punished for a sin? But, Brother, I've always had it like this, as want to remember. But don't say you have no personal experience!" "And you think I'm being punished for something I did in a previous life?" bad in this life." "William, if you atone for this sin, perhaps the horde of locusts will lift from you." It wasn't much of a chance, but I was unused to having any at all. I shook off the dizziness of it. "By the Lord Harry, Brother, I'm going to give it a try!" I cried. "Perhaps this will help in your atonement," he said. You know how it is. It was all an accident, but killing somebody is reason enough to get punished. It didn't have to be a sin in some previous life, you see. for November. Two of them, dressed like Harvard seniors, caps and striped duffer make an example of him and do something permanent and I a damp centerfold from the News The police figured it was part of some labor dispute, I guess, and they been there to get beaten up, it wouldn't have happened. I could see the point in making me suffer for it. There was a lot to be said for looking at it like that. But there was nothing to be said for telling to eat since the day before, it enervated me. The librarian at the main desk looked sympathetically hostile, or hostilely sympathetic. "I'd like to get into the stacks, miss," I said, "and see some of the "We have the "I didn't want to see the on. "We have the News , bound, for last year." I nodded. "That's the one I wanted to see." table, I guess, or else the bound papers weren't supposed to come out of the stacks. with education who makes the money. I had been reading the Funk &amp Wagnalls Encyclopedia. So far I knew a lot about Mark Antony, Atomic Energy, Boron, Brussels, Catapults, Demons, and Divans. News and left me alone with It didn't take me long to find the story. The victim was a big man, it mended. Funny thing about a suit—it's almost never completely complete the picture. It felt like another, but I checked myself. I needed a clear head. had been active in seeking labor-management peace in the recent difficulties.... the ad card readers, the girl watchers as the neat little carbon-copy I ignored the devils and concentrated on reading the withered, The things abruptly started their business, trying to act casually as if they hadn't been waiting for me to look at them at all. They had a little human being of some sort. that they used to destroy when I was locked up with them in the dark. eyebrow. They couldn't do anything worse to the small man than they had done to the young boy. It was sort of nostalgic watching them, but I really got bored with all that violence and killing and killing the same kill over and over. Like watching the Saturday night string of began to dose. The shrieks woke me up. For the first time, I could hear the shrieks of the monster's victim They say it's a bad sign when you start hearing voices. I nearly panicked, but I held myself in the seat and forced myself everybody only sane as I ever was. There was no doubt about that. But a new thought suddenly impressed itself on me. Whatever was punishing me for my sin was determined that I turn back

<question>:
What does the theme of the story reveal about how society treats the mentally ill?

<options>:
A There is insufficient social infrastructure to identify and care for those living with severe mental illnesses
B The Christian church has too much unqualified involvement in treatment of those living with severe mental illnesses
C Those living with severe mental illnesses are more likely to be abused by social institutions like schools, hospitals, and law enforcement
D More studies need to be conducted to learn how to best care for people living with severe mental illnesses

<answer>:

A