Serial Killer X Lachlan; a Minilan fanfiction (On hold)

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Simon's POV:

My lunch had just been collected and that left me time to sit and reflect on the session I had with Lachlan earlier. Painting had allowed me to let out just a small fraction of what I had been feeling in the past 6 years. It was the first time any of that weight had felt even slightly lighter. I couldn't help but be ready for the next session, to paint again, maybe more than just brush strokes this time.

As 2:00 drew closer, I started to dread meeting with Dr. Reid. I didn't feel like talking and sharing my personal life with him. Besides, even if I told him the truth, he wouldn't believe me, I would still be accused of murdering all those people. I'm not a sociopath, I experienced feelings, just lately, happiness hadn't been one.

My thoughts were interrupted when someone came in with handcuffs. I sighed but stood up, yet again sticking my hands out, there was no use in resisting. As I was walked to Dr. Reid's office, I glanced around the halls of the facility. The white walls made it hard to feel comfortable, and I was left wishing to be back in the Art Therapy room where the lights were softer and there was soft music. The walls felt to grow at the same rate as my dread for my session with Dr. Reid. They walked me through a door before sitting me down and uncuffing me.

Dr. Reid's office was welcoming and warm, but his demeanor wasn't as soft as Lachlan's had been just hours ago. The room was dimly lit with LED lights and there was what sounded like a waterfall in the background. I could smell lavender through the room, and then my eyes landed on a diffuser. The room was warm, but Dr. Reid didn't seem as open as his office did. As I looked around the room, Dr. Reid sat across from me, he looked at me as if waiting for me to say anything. I had no interest in sharing my life with him.

"Hello Simon," He paused for me to respond, which I did not. "How was your session with Lachlan earlier? Did you enjoy Art Therapy?" he asked me, as if wanting me to contribute anything. I rolled my eyes and sat back, I didn't trust him not to report on me, after all, the police had placed me here, and I'm sure that came with direct orders. "Look Simon, I know you didn't ask to end up here, but this has to be better than a prison cell, and if you would like to stay here rather than go to jail, I need you to give me something." He informed me in a softer voice.

"The Art Therapy went alright I guess, it was a new experience," I paused, he looked to me hopeful for me to continue. "but I don't want to talk about anything." I finished, to which he sighed.

"What about talking about what happened to your parents?" He asked. I clenched my jaw, this struck a nerve, how dare he bring up something that to this day, no-one knows the truth about. "Or we could talk about what happened yesterday." He said. I could feel my blood run cold at the mention of the day prior.

"I don't know what happened yesterday" I said, he was trying to play a game and get under my skin, and I wasn't going to let it work. If he could get me riled up, he thought he could prove I was violent. "and I don't want to talk about what happened to my parents." I said, looking him dead in the eyes, as if to not admit guilt. I missed my parents every day and their killer was still out there somewhere.

"What do you mean you don't know what happened yesterday? Let's build on that." Dr. Reid pressed.

"I mean what I said. I don't know what happened." I stated plainly. I wanted out of this conversation.

" What do you remember? Can you recall any details." I turned my head. "Simon, you have to talk about this if you want a chance at clearing your name." He said. Wait, did he believe I didn't commit the crime? I turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you saying you don't think I did it?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. Him even slightly wondering if I was innocent made me want to trust him, but this also felt like a tactic for him to get into my head.