Eyes like mine

Chapter one: the meeting

I wrapped my arms around my skinny 5'1 frame, Looking out the recreation room window. I sat on the window bench staring out into the fall themed view. I bet it was lovely out there. I was about to rest my chin on my knees when I smelled a familiar scent. Agent jack Crawford. I lifted my head to look at Jack Crawford and his latest progeny.

"Agent Jack Crawford and Special Agent Will Graham would like to see you," my therapist Emily Ducard asked.

"Alright," I mumbled.

I got up, stretched and went to the table and gestured for them to sit," please,"

I looked at Special Agent Will Graham. Analyzing him, I devised that he was anti social but like me that was cause by both his intellectual development and his gift of pure empathy. He was analyzing me as well and unlike me he had no off switch. My on and off switch caused a fractured psyche, his was caused by his extreme sensitivity and his developing encephalitis. I deduced that he was roughly 30 years old, has a habit of collecting strays and has about five of them at the moment; like said dog he was loyal, protective, friendly and very trustworthy.

Mr. Will Graham was someone I could count on and trust with my most precious treasures and secrets. I cocked my head and smiled at him, I decided that I like him; but I was curious, how well could he analyze me. He was casual, laid back at least by the tell of his dress and I could tell that he wa also a teacher. His heart though was so white. Good Will was a good person he wasn't tainted like me. He'd never kill unless he had to to protect himself or others he cares about. He was a good man; but unable to shut off, causing his awkward social mannerisms and ways. He was an awkward dog.

I looked into his eyes. We were basically having a staring contest. I could see the wheels turning behind his beautiful blue orbs. He had an eidetic memory, he was committing this moment to memory as if he was building a fort. Much like I had a house with elaborate set ups and security systems. He was curious, then he frowned, confused the had a 'Ahh' moment and became agitated. He knew what I was doing.

"Don't psychoanalyze me," he said.

"then don't psychoanalyze me," I said sticking out my tongue and then wiggling my freckle covered nose and sneezed. He smiled, his eyes softening, I smiled back softly blushing slightly.I turned to Jack, "It's good to see you again, Jack and it's also nice to meet you Mr. Graham," I smiled awkwardly.

"Call me Will," He smiled.

"Call me adrian or addy," I smiled sweetly, " Jack, why are you here,"

" we believe that your arrest was a falsehood and that your statement may have been true about you sister," Jack said.

Hope, guilt,shame,embarrassment.

"Jack," I reached out towards his hand and grasped it, " I forgive you, you did your job," I smiled.

"She means it," Will said. I nodded in thanks.

"I like him," I smiled, then to jack  ,"Jack I'll help in anyway possible," I let go, " indeed to see everything, the case, the body or bodies and of course the evidence,"

"We're checking you out and you'll be placed in FBI custody i'll request that you stay with one of our agents, if you succeed in helping us it will only benefit you by helping the appeal process of getting you set free and mentally competent again," Jack said, " I may even hire you as a Special agent like will here your education as a 25 year old is very impressive,adrian, " he smiled.

It took two hours exactly for them to get the release papers in order, I was released into the FBI's custody. I stopped as I left the asylum looking back. This was my first taste of free air in twelve years. It felt odd and very strange. It felt wrong to feel this way.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, i flinched slightly. I looked back at him and grasped his hand, " it's still home even after twelve years and my first taste of free air feels wrong,"

I looked at him and he looked at me and I knew that he understood what I was feeling and what I was saying, " it will get better,"

"Thanks for trying my socially awkward friend," I smiled slightly. Things will get better and brighter; maybe.