Born In Hell

13

You would think after being friends for so long Death would tell me. But Nooo I have to figure it out on my own. It's been days now and he won't even hint at anything for me and I'm starting to get annoyed. Well more annoyed than I already am since the principal made me go to the therapist for my "bipolarness".

What is with people thinking they can can just diagnose me with everything. The principal says I'm depressed for whatever screwed up reason. The therapist says I'm bipolar. Aniel says I have anger issues. If they really want to know, I'm hungry and sex deprived.

"You. Knife. Death. Me stabbing you. You burning in hell. Ohh scratch that, you freezing your balls of in hell. Yeah I like that one better."

The therapist whose name slips my mind every time, set the cards down and rubbed at his temples in annoyance. "Belle I don't think you're understanding this experiment."

I sat up straight in the chair crossing my legs and held my head to the side. "What ever do you mean? I thought I was painting a perfect picture of what I see in those ink splotches. Isn't that what you asked me to do? I'm confused now."

He huffed, stored away the cards, grabbed his note book scribbled something down and stared at me. I gave him a friendly smile and he wrote something else down. He's been doing that a lot lately and he won't tell me why. It's honestly starting to irritate me. Before, I didn't care, now it's more frequent with everything I do.

I stood up and stalked over towards him. He tensed up as I read over his shoulder. "Charming, no empathy or remorse, very bold, compulsive liar." And that was just the few things listed. I leaned in closer to his ear. "You forgot impulsive, manipulative and careless. That would make me a psychopath right," I whispered.

He shivered a bit when I stood in front of him leaning in. He started looking dazed and starting getting closer and closer. So close to having him, but there was a knock at the door. He tried getting up, but I pushed him back down.

"I got it," I growled. I swung it open to look at the student who looked like she was seconds from having a breakdown. "He's busy, come back later."

I closed the door, but she caught it. "I really need to talk to him," she said nearly in tears.

"Come in and have a seat. Belle, we'll finish this some other time."

I grumbled and walked out. "If I were a guy I swear I'd have blue balls," I muttered.

I headed towards my locker to get my things to leave. I grabbed my book bag and walked the halls to my car. Question, does it make you feel awkward as well when you have to walk past someone who's deep in their make out session or is it just me? I'm just saying because it feels even more awkward when you know that someone shouldn't be doing that with someone they aren't in a relationship with. It's not like I'm not all for lies and games but this one just felt completely awkward. So I quickened my pace down to the hall and ran towards my car.

The damn door wouldn't open fast enough. Who broke my lock? The key hole was all messed up and my button wasn't working. I kicked the stupid car and tried breaking in.

A hand grabbed my shoulder, causing it to burn like crazy. "Ah fuck!" I grabbed it, twisting it away and turned around looking at Tyla. "What. Do you. Want."

She tried swinging at me with a fist laced with gold. I dodged away before she could. You would think she'd stop after getting her ass handed to her. Why do I have to keep embarrassing her?

"Do not fight."

Says the guy who's known for shitstorms. I didn't see why I couldn't at least stun the girl. She wanted some reaction from me. I don't see the problem of giving it to her.