I Killed My Mother

Chapter 8

Saturday, 2015/02/11, 09:16
The Mall.

What the fuck does this man mean. Now I know for sure something is not right.

"Where do you wanna go first?" Dan asked enthusiastically?

Don't change the bloody subject!

"Umm. Anywhere really. I haven't been here before so I wouldn't know,"

"Oh okay. Well let's go everywhere then."

Sixteen different shops later, my feet where killing. Though I must admit. I had fun with Dan. He told me about his family and I told him about my family- Jessica. Jessica Knowsley. As much as it was hard to talk about her. I had fun too. Just remembering everything we did together. Life was not as bad with her. It helped me forget about everything. It helped me forget about the fact that I killed my own mother. The woman who I was sure I loved with all my heart. But as much as I wish it did, it didn't help me forget about that photo.

"Wanna grab something to eat?" Dan asked. Just in time because my tummy was starting to rumble.

"Yeah. I could eat,'' I smiled at him.

We headed to the food hall where it was super busy with hungry customers. We strolled to McDonald's with our heavy bags in our hands. And waited in the line to order our food.

"How about you wait in line and I go take these bags to thr car?" Dan asked.

"That's an idea." I gave him my bags and of he went. Standing in the line was so boring. It was unnecessarily long and I had nothing to keep me busy. I hope Dan hurries up. I hate this. I have been here ten minutes already.

"Well well well. If it isn't Kate Johnson." I turned around searching for the voice that said my name. I really hope it's not a killer-yeah. Your mother was only 35. She had to live too- I'm only sixteen. I have to live first.

To my surprise. It wasn't a killer. It was. What? How?

The person quickly disappeared at the sound of Dan coming closer.

The fuck just happened? My eyes are fucking with me.

"Sorry I took long. There was a line by the elevator," Dan said. Catching his breathe. Why was he running?

Wait. What's wrong with me. First I don't want to talk to him for never visiting me then now he is the best father. I hat him I hate him. I try remind myself.

"Well at least we close to the front now. I'm starving. How about you?" Dan asked.

"Yeah. Same."

Five minutes later we order our food, receive it and go sit down.

"It smells so good," Dan said, possibly trying to make conversation.

"Yeah it does," without any hesitation, we both dug into our food and ate in silence.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"Yeah. It tastes really good," I honestly replied.

It did taste good. When last did I eat McDonald's? A long while ago I'll tell you.

The silence that fell over us led me to think about earlier when Dan took our bags to the car. How did this happened? Maybe I'm more fucked up than I though and it never happened. While I kept trying to convince myself it's nothing, they appear again. Behind Dan. Trying to wave me over but I look away. I refuse to fall for it. Did the institute make me go crazy? What the fuck?

"What's on your agenda for the rest of the day," Dan asked after a time of silence. Grateful for the distraction, I answer

"Anything really."

"A movie maybe?" He suggests.

"Yeah. Sure. That'll be nice!"

And I'm not kidding. I really enjoy movies. My favourite movie was Kingsmen. We watched it in the institute during one of the movie night we had. It wasn't really a movie for the mentally ill, but we had a guard that was very fond of Jess and she convinced him we should watch it.

I hope the movies that were on are good.

"I'm gonna quickly go to the rest room,"I excused myself. That person just will not leave me alone!