Psychopathic

~Chapter 3~

crazy:
mentally deranged, especially as manifested in a wild or aggressive way

The afternoon session came too soon. I had been watching American Horror Story when Jeff and Hubert had interrupted me. Yet instead of handcuffs, I was locked in chains; my hands and feet. This meant that, instead of walking like a normal person, I had to waddle my way downstairs and into the study. Dr. Irwin was sitting in his chair with his legs crossed, a stern look on his face. I sat down which caused the chains to rattle. That was going to get extremely annoying very fast.

"Let's try again, Luke," Dr. Irwin cleared his throat. "What happened after you were put into the foster care system?"

I had never talked about life after my parents' death for a reason. Actually, come to think of it I never talked about any of my past. The bad parts weren't easy to talk about. The good parts were even worse. Whenever I started thinking about my past, I fell into a deep flashback. They were always so vivid. It was like I was there again.

"I don't like talking about it," I bit on the lip ring. "My past is done. I don't see why I have to be talking about it."

"I see you bite your lip ring when you're nervous," Dr. Irwin scribbled down some notes. "Luke, some people find it relieving to talk to someone about their past. It's like taking a weight off your shoulders type of thing."

"Like Atlas in Greek mythology," I blurted. Dr. Irwin paused for a moment. He hadn't expected me to say something intelligent. I silently cursed myself for rereading the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series over. Eight times.

"Exactly like that..." He replied skeptically.

"Okay," I sighed. I had to force it out, but I needed to say something. The faster I told him something the faster I was getting out of there. My eyes wandered over to the windows of the study. The sun was shining and there was an in ground pool in the back. God, I hadn't jumped in a cool pool on a hot summer's day in ages.

"Ah, yeah the pool is new," he smiled slightly. "Ashton convinced me to get one."

I raised an eyebrow, "Ashton?"

"My son," he replied.

"Right," I nodded. "Okay, well, the foster home I was put in wasn't particularly bad. There were five kids, not including me. All except one were foster kids like me. I barely remember any of their names except for Jamie."

"Who was Jamie?" Dr. Irwin asked, his hand flying away on his notepad.

"She was the one kid who wasn't a foster kid," I smiled at the thought of her. she was an art student. She was the nicest and funniest person I've ever met. She was your typical artistic lesbian. "She was my only friend other than Mikey."

"Where is she now?"

"Now?" I laughed. "Probably graduated high school early and working as an animator for Disney."

"And Mikey?"

I laughed, "He's probably still in high school; same grade I would've been in."

"They seem like a nice kids," Dr. Irwin stated. "But obviously something went wrong after that?"

Flashes of screaming teenagers and sounds of gunshots rang in my ears. I shook my head, trying to get rid of it.

"I can't," my heart rate had sped up and the blood was rushing through my ears. "If I keep going I'll see it again. I can't see that again. I don't want to see what I did again."

"What do you mean you'll see it again?" Dr. Irwin asked. "Like a flashback?"

"More than that," I shook my head and looked down at the black converse sneakers on my feet. I had been wearing them for the passed five years. "It's like I relive it. I go unconscious to the rest of the world, but to me I relive every moment."