THE UNEXPECTED KILLER [G!P]

Chapter 37

Becky's pov.

But then, psychopaths are born, not created. Sam may have very well been a result of whatever went down in that fire, but Freen? Freen had always been a twisted child. I gulped as I felt something in the pit of my stomach again. Fear. But only this time, I wasn't afraid of Freen. I was afraid for Freen.

Freen was like fire, ironically enough, in a debauched sense. She destroyed everything around her, consuming herself in the process as well. And she had no control over it.

"Don't look at me like that," Freen's harsh voice rained down on me suddenly, making me flinch by a fraction.

"Like what?" I peered into her eyes.

"Like you've seen roadkill. I don't need your pity, Rebecca." Freen set her gaze back up to the wall.

"I don't pity you, Freen," I replied truthfully.

"Then what? Do you hate me? Do you hate the thought of even standing next to a ruthless monster?"

I remained quiet. Freen's mood swings were going to give me a positive whiplash.

"Fucking ask what you want. Whether I've always dreamed of becoming a killer, or did I grow up playing with knives and torture devices. Just do it and get it over with," Freen spat, not bothering to look at me.

"I...."

The door opened creakily, as an old lady in the asylum uniform entered the room. Without paying head to the tense atmosphere, she sat down on the stool at the door, flashing a toothy smile.

"Oh, don't mind me. I'll just be sitting here quietly." She placed a finger on her lips to mimic her words, making Freen roll her eyes and mutter something under her breath.

I turned to Freen, exasperated, again.

"Look, Freen....."

"Get it done with and go home, Rebecca. Go cry to the mother you never had."

My eyes widened, throat shrinking up. "What did you just say?" I gritted my teeth, the feeling of familiar agony carving its way into my lungs.

A cruel smirk found its way on Freen's cold lips. It was as if a bulb went off. A nerve was struck, and Freen had sensed it. The shaded region of Freen's face seemed to turn darker, all of a sudden.

"It's not surprising. You're so easy to read Rebecca, anyone can look through you and tell Mommy didn't give you enough hugs." She incited, like a spark. And indeed, Freen's words set a fire.

I stood up, my lips quivering at my predicament. "You....you bas...."

Freen's deep laugh rang throughout the room, cutting me off.

"Why don't you enlighten me? For someone who digs like a pest into other people's histories, you sure seem to be vague about your own." Freen spat venom; straight up, unflinching venom.

"Shut up! You don't know anything about me!" I yelled, not caring if anyone heard it, if anyone else was in the room.

"Oh, but I do Rebecca, I do." Freen grinned like a lunatic. The lunatic that she perhaps was. "What did she do Rebecca? How did she break you?" Freen cooed patronizingly.

My eyes teared up, the moisture making its way from the inner corners, all the way down to my cheeks. I was taken all the way back into the past. A place of hurt, pain, tears and death. I felt sick.

I snatched my file with torrential force, proceeding to dart out of the room, ignoring the fading voice of the elderly nurse shouting for me.

Who was I kidding? Trying to see if Freen was different?

Freen Chankimha was made to destroy. She had no weapons here, so she did it with her words.

I had decided I hated her. I hated Freen Chankimha.
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