Psycho [A Les Twins Story] |HIATUS|

Curiousity?

Collette's POV

That night after I had dinner with my family, I locked myself up in my room.
I had told Nana and the others that I didn't feel so well, so when I said I was going to bed early, they all gave me a hug and wished me goodnight.
I felt bad about lying to them, but it's just.. I have so many things on my mind right now, I just had to!
Once I was in my room I reached for my workbag. I grabbed the big pile of documents out of it and laid it on my desk.
Why does it feel like this whole pile of information is not the whole story?
I mean, i've read pretty much everything about the twins and their background full of killings.
I frowned and focussed on the pile, what am I missing?
After thinking for a while my thoughts went to a picture on my desk, it was a photo of me and my colleagues.
I grabbed it and looked at it. The photo was not taken so long ago, just a few days before I left to France.
I sighed, we used to share everything.
Wait a second..
That's it! What about their previous psychologists who treated them? Why didn't I thought about that earlier!
I immediately grabbed my laptop and started to search on the internet for more info about the previous psychologists of the twins.
After I think 30 minutes I still found nothing! God! What's going on in this world! Even the internet let's me down.
Then all of a sudden it all became clear to me..
Ofcourse I can't find information about the previous psychologists, they all probably became a victom of their own stupid dicision to treat these two Psycho's!
They're all dead..
I caressed my forehead and felt the signs of an upcoming headache.
There were so many questions in my head..
Why are they doing this? Are the people in the asylum involved?, but mostly, Am I seriously considering to do this?
A part of me is saying that this will become my dead, for sure. But the other part is telling me, what if I actually can help these two? What if I'm the one who can make them sane again? Wouldn't that be great!
I smiled for a second, I always care for others, maybe this is a good moment to put my own health on the first place..?
A knock on the door woke me from my thoughts.
"Come in" I spoke.
It was Sharron.
"Hey, I just came to check on you" she smiled.
"I'm fine, thank you" I smiled back.
She nodded and looked around in my room while she kept standing in the doorway.
"Uhm, you can come in if you want?" I said with an inviting voice.
"D'accord" she answered and while she stepped into the room Trish suddenly also entered my room. He closed the door behind him and sat down next to Sharron on my bed.
"You can now tell us what's going on" Sharron said with a serious undertone.
I frowned, "What do you mean?".
"Oh come on, we all know you're hiding something! When we all gave you a hug we sensed if you were sick or not and none of us felt that you were extremely warm or icecold, so we knew that there was something else going on".
Well damn, what a clever family I have.
"So, why don't you start to tell us the truth, hmm?" she asked.
Oh god, what do I do now?! Should I tell them?! No! They wouldn't understand. But what if.. Fuck!
While I was figuring out what to say, Sharron kept looking at me with her eyebrow raised like a real diva.
Trish on the other hand rolled his eyes because of Sharron's way of approaching me and sighed.
"Look, it's more that we want you to know that you can tell us everything, no matter what, okay?" he spoke in a calm way.
I nodded and felt a little bit less attacked. After I took a deep breath I started to talk, "Okay you guys are right, I'm not sick, but the thing is.. and this is what really bothers me, today my boss asked me if I wanted to work full time at the asylum. This means I will stay at the asylum from monday till friday, so I only will be home in the weekends".
"So?" Sharron asked when I stopped and looked at them.
"So, that means we only see eachother two days a week.. Oh and I forgot to mention that when I'm at the asylum I can't have contact with the outside world".
Trish frowned, "Can you explain why?".
"It's because they are worried I will tell you something about the asylum what is classified" I lied.
They seemed to understand and both thought for a moment.
"And your question to us is if we're okay with it, right?" Sharron asked.
I nodded.
"I think you should do it, I mean, don't let us be the thing that's holding you back. We all know how much you love this case and how much you love your work, so yeah" Trish smiled.
Sharron nodded, "I agree".
I felt somehow relieved, but about what? A lie?
After I gave Trish and Sharron a hug and thanked them for their understandig, they left my room.
"Don't worry, we'll tell the others, they will understand it too!" Trish said before he closed the door behind him.
I smiled, but deep inside me I felt pain.
There was no way back now.. I had convinced myself with my own lie.
In a trance I started to pack my stuff and before I knew it, I woke up the next morning leaving my family with a false idea of my work. While they all gave me a hug, Manuel offered me once again to bring me, I smiled and refused his offer for the third time.
I did not want one of them to go with me to the place where my life would end.
The taxi I had called arrived and when my suitcase and bag were in the trunk I said one last time goodbye to my family  as if it really was the last time I saw them..
While we drove away from the flat the driver asked, "Où nous allons, madame?".
To hell, was what I wanted to say, but instead of that I said, "To the asylum Le chemin vers Dieu, please".
The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror, "May I ask the lady why?".
"Ofcourse, I work there, but why do you ask?" I frowned.
His eyes went to the road again,
"Oh nothing.. Just curiousity".

Hey everyone! First of all, I hope you all had an amazing christmas and I'm really sorry I didn't update in a while, it's just that I was a bit busy so yeah I didn't had much time 😅😓
But here it is! The next chapter! Enjoy! 😊