"Who are you?" I asked her. It was our second secession that week. She tilted her head confused. Before I could go on explaining what I meant, she spoke up.
"In my perspective, I'm hell." She answered. She chuckled this enticing laugh. Scary yet magnetic.
"Well go on," I told her encouraging to explain. She laid her fingers over mine. I looked over at her hand but didn't move my head.
"Hell. A four letter word that scares the human being. I like the idea of it. If I were to chose any name that would be it. Then I could always use the 'I'm hell on heels' term. I always did like a good play of words. Riddles. Those are always fun. I like the one about heaven or hell. Let me think it's, You are standing before two doors. One of the doors leads to heaven and the other one leads to hell. There are two guardians, one by each door. You know one of them always tells the truth and the other always lies, but you don't know who is the honest one and who is the liar. You can only ask one question to one of them in order to find the way to heaven. What is the question?" She leaned toward waiting for my answer.
"What is it?" I asked her not even trying to think. She sighed and rolled her eyes.
"The question is: which door leads to heaven?" She answered sitting back in her chair.
"And why is that?" I begged lifting my chin up seeing I was interested indeed.
"I don't know. I never understood that riddle. I thought it was a load of bull. You can't just choose the door. They choose what you were destined for." She explained to me.
"Okay, I have a number of ink blot test. I show you the image you say what you think it is," I instructed, pulling out the cards. I pulled out the first one handing it to her. She flipped it backwards checking to see if the answers were already on there.
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"I see two heartless people," she said blankly. Most people turn it sideways and say they see a kitten mirroring another kitten.
"And what about this?"
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She giggled a little bit looking up from the ink at me.
"What do most people see?" I didn't expect her to ask me. Cause most people are interested in what they see, for what it means in their personality wise. As if it was a personality test.
"Two wolves head butting each other."
"Really cause I see a face, smiling in the demise of others, on top of the world being misunderstood. A shadow cast over his eyes, cause the eyes are the most vulnerable part of a human. Where it holds lust, anger, tears. He's misunderstood because nobody can understand how he feels or if he has feelings. They see him as a monster to society when in reality he is just like anyone else who knows what he wants. Is that what you were wanting. Me to open up about what I see. To act as if this picture opened up my box of feelings cause in reality none of that is the truth. I see the Joker and the Batman symbol." She finished her whole speech and stood up hovering over my desk.
"So what did you write down?" She asked leaning right over me.
"Nothing, I drew a cat." I held my card up turning the paper towards her. She laughed, bit her lip then grabbed her coat and walked out not saying one word.
