Psychopathic

~Epilogue~

change:
the act or instance of making or becoming different

The room was quiet. I was alone. My hands were shaking because of the nerves. I didn't know what was going to happen; how people had reacted to my sudden change in character. I had no idea what lay outside of that door.

I looked at myself in the mirror, thoughts making circles in my mind. I silently laughed at the small amount of makeup that the makeup artists had quickly smacked on my face. It was odd how much had changed since a week before.

After I had saved that woman from the burglary, the news got involved. And soon enough, the government realized that my father was one of the scientists that had been in charge of their little project that ended up being me. And that was why my father was soon given his old position at the lab in Washington D.C, with security guards around just in case of another mental breakdown.

Jocelyn Franks had been named as one of the top detectives in the country, her career finally taking off. People probably wondered what the hell she had done to make me less crazy than I had been. She had left for Chicago two days ago to work on a case involving a man who thought he was a vampire.

"Luke?" Michael's voice came through the door, a light knock following. "You're on in five."

"Okay," I answered, my heart starting to race. I had no idea what to do. I had never been interviewed before. Everyone that was in the audience had voluntarily came to see me.

Strange.

Just last week people all around the world hated me with a passion. Now they were curios about how that "experiment" had made me into a some sort of Superman with some mental issues.

I stood up, making sure my small microphone was hooked on my band tee well enough. It was. But I still wasn't ready. What if they all screamed when they saw me and decided that I should get the death penalty after all?

I opened the door to see Michael and Tilly sitting on a bench outside of the dressing room I had been in. They both stood up, looking just as nervous as I was. They weren't going to be in the interview, obviously, but they were there for moral support.

"Are you ready Luke?" Michael patted me on the back.

I just shook my head.

Tilly rolled her eyes at Michael and shoved him playfully, her hands then resting on both my shoulders.

"You'll be fine, Luke," she smiled reassuringly. "They came here to see you for a reason. Don't be nervous. Just be you."

"What if being me isn't good enough?"

Tilly gently kissed me on the lips.

"Being you is more than enough."

God I love you.

"Luke? You're on," one of the techies motioned for Luke to hurry up.

Tilly nodded and motioned for me to go. And so I followed the techie until he stopped at the opening that led to the interview area.

"Be calm, kid," the techie smiled. "If I can handle ya, I'm sure they will."

I then walked out onto the stage, the audience deathly quiet. I couldn't help but look at the different faces in the audience. There was such a variety of people.

And they were all staring at me.

I then made my way over to the couch next to where the interviewer was sitting.

"Hello, Luke," she smiled, holding out her hand.

I shook her hand and smiled nervously, "Hi."

"Tell us," she jumped right into it. "How have you been adjusting to this new life?"

"Honestly?" I glanced at the audience. "I haven't felt this happy in such a long time. I have my best friend back. I'm in love with the girl of my dreams and, well, turns out I'm not actually crazy."

"GO LUKE!" A random person shouted, which made other people shout similar things. And eventually the whole room was filled with applause and shouting.

"Tell me Luke," The woman grinned. "How are you reacting to this newfound popularity?"

"I had no idea that people..." I spotted Michael and Tilly standing backstage, Tilly giving me a wave and Michael giving me a two thumbs up with a goofy grin.

I'm finally happy. I'm the happiest I'll ever be.