Burning eyes

Arissa's Tale

•Arissa's tale•

"Do you mind telling us what comes to mind when the word 'love' said?" Doctor Johnson asked, tapping his pen onto his kneecap.

Arissa looked around the room taking everything in.

All eyes were on her now.

Sure she could've complied,but that wasn't her.

She was stubborn. Close minded in fact.

"Arissa?" Mr.Johnson called.

Her vibrant, silver eyes bored into him. Furrowing her brows, her jaw clenched, and She hugged her legs to my chest tighter.

"She doesn't want to talk," one of the other patients grumbled. "Don't force her."

The boy with shaggy, brown hair scrunched up his face at Johnson. He was one of the rather rowdy patients. Walter, that's his name, but Arissa wasn't so sure of this. She was bad with names.

Arissa's black curly hair met mid back, and her fringed bangs nearly covered her eyes.

She glanced at the boy who tried assisting in getting Johnson off her back.

He was shocked.

Usually she kept her head down and avoided eye contact. But today was different. Arissa was to tell the truth and express herself seeing as it was her last day.

She flashed a friendly smile at him.

Running her hands through her hair, she sighed.

"Broken," Arissa murmured. "Love is broken up lies."

Johnson was having a hard time wrapping his mind around her statement.

"Why do you think so?" Johnson asked, eyeing her cautiously.

Arissa rolled her eyes, "Why don't you think so?"

Johnson sighed.

Mind games, it read it on her chart. She liked playing mind games. Arissa was also a kicker.

K-I-C-K-E-R

When she was first brought into the ward, she was heavily monitored. One of the guards tried feeling her up and he was greeted with a swift kick to the nuts. Of course she didn't stop there. In fact it was proven she knew martial art. Arissa broken his nose and a rib.

Johnson witnessed it first hand

From there on she was to wear just socks. The others wore slippers. But her case was different.

Johnson mulled over her statement and shrugged, "Not too sure."

Arissa cocked her head and flashed a sadistic smile.

"Do you know why I'm in here?" she purred.

The guards stood by uneasy.

Dr.Johnson nodded, slowly shoving a hand into his pants pocket. Arissa watched him amused with his sudden nervousness.

"So you'll tell all these idiots that I'm sane and it wasn't me who committed the crime?" Arissa batted her lashes.

Johnson knew what she was insinuating. He had the upper hand. Everyone was likely to believe him over her.

He shrugged, "I think we might need to up your medication."

"But your the one who killed Stacy! I was right there. We were walking home after winning states for our softball team," she sniffled, her angry eyes trained on him, causing him to move uneasily. "You killed her in cold blood!"