The Mental Disorder

Chapter 6

Chandler pushed me behind him protectively. He buffed his chest and flexed his bad ass muscles.

Oh god. He never looked hotter. God do you see those muscles? This beautiful piece of toned art?

To busy checking out Chandler I forgot what was unraveling to be a disaster. The smoker guy from the mall got into an argument with Chandler. And things were getting heated quickly. They started pushing each other around. I managed to drag Chandler away from the smoker. Doing this I put myself in danger, because the smoker grabbed my waist and pulled me to his chest.

He smelled disgusting. He started to grope my boobs and squeezed my butt. The worst part was that his hands were crusty as fuck. I raised my eyes to his and saw 2 death dates flash. One of them being today and tomorrow. My eyes lingered on his, making me see the cause of his death.

Chandler was bashing in the smoker guy's head in repeatedly. Even after chandler knew the smoker guy was dead, he didn't stop. Blood was everywhere. Dripping down Chandler's face.

I ripped my eyes away from the smoker guy's eyes. I looked up to find chandler, with a big ass tree branch. He came charging at both me and the smoker guy.

Then everything happened so fast. I was ripped away from the nasty hands groping me, then thrown on the ground. I laid on the ground, my bones aching. I looked up and blood was splattered on me.

Blood drenched Chandler. His hair, clothes, and shoes were now red. Not one spot was clean on him. He was doing exactly as what I saw in the smoker guy's eyes.

I got up and pulled Chandler away from the dead guy. The smoker's eyes were still opened and stained with blood. The two death dates now settled into one. Today. It flashed then disappeared just like the smoker's heart beat.

I started shaking from fear. I didn't know what to do. Should I call the police and risk Chandler going to jail? I mean he is a murderer! He's fucking drenched with blood!

"Now you know what exactly the complications were." Chandler said interrupting my thoughts.

I turned to him horrified. He looked at me ashamed of his actions. My eyes widened if that was possible.

He tensed and said, "So I'm guessing your not going to give me a chance to be your boyfriend?"

To stunned, shocked, and scared I didn't answer. Which gave him the incentive that my silence was his answer.

He turned and started walking. He was slouched as if he carried the world upon his shoulders. Not knowing what I was doing, I ran up to him and grabbed his hand.

He looked at me with the most hope, anyone has ever looked at me. I held his hand for another second then I hugged him.

He held me tight as if I was going to slip through his fingers. He put his chin on my head, and smelled my hair. I don't know why he did it, but it seemed to calm him down. We stayed like that for about 5 minutes.

I finally pulled away from the hug and called the police. Chandler tensed up and had a look of betrayal on his face.

"Relax, Chandler just let me do all the talking. Besides you killed him to help me. I'm sure the cops will understand.Plus my uncle is a lawyer anyways." I said confidently. I touched his arm to calm him when we heard the sirens.

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The water hit my face, and ran down my body. The dried blood raced down my legs and arms and into the drain.

It felt good to wash away another mans blood clean from my skin. I washed away the confusion and pain I felt. I stayed in the shower until my fingers looked like prunes.

Once I got dressed for bed, someone was waiting on my bed for me.

"Andrea you should go to bed, it's unhealthy for a small girl like you to sleep late."

"So are I'm going to ask you a couple of questions. Answer to the best of your ability." She said all high and mighty.

"God forbid. You sound like a teacher. " I sighed.

"Okay why didn't you run when Chandler killed that guy?"

"Look, I don't know my black instincts were telling me to get the hell out of there. Excuse my language." I said truthfully. "But I'm sorry that's none of your business. You just have to focus on school coming up in a couple days."

"Look I'm going to tell you this one time, so listen up. I'm tired of society treating every generation of kids like they don't matter, or they don't understand. I know I'm not like other kids but I know that ALL kids understand struggles or hardships. At least to some point or level. I know I'm still a child in every adults eyes but please, converse with me as if I am an adult." She said.

I stared at her one cheek, scared to see the way she's going to die. Having mixed feeling about what just happened. I smiled proudly at her. "Are you a 24 year old trapped in a 6 year olds body?" I asked teasing her.

"My father was a scientist, and he always used big words so I wouldn't understand what he said. Though little did he know that I figured it out eventually." She said with a sad smirk. A combination I have never seen used.

"Okay Andrea ask me as many questions as you would like." I said while taking a seat next to her on my bed.

"Do you have feelings for Chandler?"

"I'm not sure but I know something's there though. But he definitely likes me."

"Why did he kill that man? And who was that man?"

"I think he has anger and possession issues. And the man was the guy who was smoking from the mall."

She pondered over the new information. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

"So what did the smoker guy do to provoke Chandler?"

"Um, he grabbed me and groped me. I was going to handle it myself but it all happened to quickly. The death dates flashed and....." I trailed off when I realized I said to much.

She stared at me, her eyes studying my features. "Jade?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have some sort of special power or gift?" She studied my face as I decided over to tell this 6 year old.

I made another mistake that week and looked into her eyes.

And let's just say her death wasn't pleasant.