SOCIOPATH by Ella G (recommended reading txt) 📖
- Author: Ella G
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.Four.
I woke up at 12:30, and I heard a knock. Fredrick. Today was my therapist day, and Melinda let Ms. Fredrick in. "Hi, Ana. I'll bring breakfast after your session, if you want. Is it alright, or do you want it right now?" She looked at me, expecting an answer, and I smiled fakely, but they didn't notice. "I'll have it after my session, thank you." Melinda smiled, and she walked away, her blonde curls bouncing in her ponytail, and she tucked a rebellious lock of hair behind her ear, and checked her watch while walking away. "Hello, Ana. Did you sleep at all last night? You have pale purple circles under your eyes." She studied my eyes, and I decided with the truth. Well, half of the truth. "I was looking out my window, and got carried away." Ms. Fredrick chuckled, and carried on with her questions. "How are you feeling?" I didn't spill all of my emotions and/or feelings, but just three. "I feel kind of tired, a little more than excited and sometimes a roll of anxiety here and there." She nodded, and wrote down sentences. "Do you feel a bit...," "Normal? i guess so, yeah. Bloodlust never came, anyways." She seemed relieved that I finished her sentence, because I mean, seriously. Who would want to make a fourteen year old sociopath/psychopath angry or offended? No one is my guess. After our session, Melinda immediately came into my room and gave me my breakfast. She had tears of joy in her eyes, and I wondered why. She wiped them off, and her black winged eyeliner smudged a bit due to her furious wiping of her eyes. Ms. Fredrick held her clipboard tight to her chest, and beamed at me. Melinda smiled at me again. "Eat your breakfast first, darlin' and we'll break the happy news for you. Just press the button on this remote when you're finished, and we'll be up here in a jiffy. Alright?" She handed me the tiny remote, and I smiled. "Wait, is there any bad news?" They both laughed harmoniously, and Ms. Fredrick's eyeliner started running this time. "No, but if medication counts, yes." Melinda chuckled, and kissed the top of my head. "Remember, honey. Press the button when you're finished." I had no idea what was happening, and I looked at my breakfast. Oatmeal with milk and two pills with a tiny bottle of water. Once again, I threw away my pills, and drank the milk and ate tiny portions of the oatmeal. I drained the water down the drain in case of suspicion, and set it down. I checked the clock. Only seven minutes passed, and I hesitated to press the button. After two minutes, I finally pressed it, and Melinda and Ms. Fredrick rushed in. "Do you want to tell her, or I should?" Melinda glanced at Ms. Fredrick. "Oh, I'd like to." Melinda nodded, barely holding in her excitement. "You'll be out of here in five days!" I felt excitement. I just smiled, and they hugged and laughed, and smiled and I just sat there smiling and laughing like a stereotypical lunatic. After a few minutes, they left and didn't notice how much of oatmeal was left. The orderly locked my door, and I looked outside again when another knock came. Miranda and her mother came in with smiles on their faces. "We heard the news!" Miranda's mother exclaimed. She threw down her purse, and they both embraced me tightly. "Five days, Ana!" Miranda squealed, then laughed. The sun set down, and Melinda asked them to leave for their time is up. As always. Melinda smiled at me again, and I noticed she had fixed her makeup. I felt lonely again, but five days. I let the number linger in my mind for a few hours until I drifted into sleep. I got another unexpected pang, this time in my gut again. Blood. I felt like a vampire, and without thinking I got up and started near the door. Stop! What the hell are you doing? Do you really want to ruin your chances of getting out? I slapped myself again, and even pinched my arm for effect. I had to control it or else I'd end up with a slaughtered cousin and aunt. I pushed my confused mind away from the thought. No. I would never do that ever. I decided, no I chose that I wouldn't; but it wouldn't stop. Right before I could change my mind or even think, I already grabbed something and slid it across my wrist. The sight of blood calmed me, but I stared in horror at my creation. It brought me tears, and then some joy. Tears because this place might keep me here again, but this time for self mutilation, and joy for blood. I saw it dripping down the drain in the sink, and the soap calling me to make me feel pain. I put soap on the cut, and felt the sizzle. I smiled, and cleaned it and when I woke up, I had a red mark.
.Five.The red mark was a bit long, but not noticeable. Four more days, and I had Brown today. I still hate him for some reason, like a cat hates a dog, or the other way around. The orderlies didn't notice the cut, and they gave me my breakfast, again with the pills. I threw the pills into the drain, and the water down the drain. I little of the grilled cheese, and drank little of the orange juice. I didn't feel like eating; I always had a sour taste whenever Brown was about to come. Ever since last session, he acted weirdly, never meeting my eyes, and focusing on his notepad. He
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