Psycho

Chapter Eighteen: Detailed Experience

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I reached over Luke's right shoulder to unlock the door of my therapy room, my office, which I hardly use if I'm honest. The door opened a little so I kicked it more open with my foot since Luke was in front of me. I pushed the wheelchair in and wheeled him over to the red leather chair in front of my desk and ran over to the door to shut it over and made my way back over to Luke, who was trying to get out of the wheelchair and onto the couch, which I had to help him.

"Thank you," He mumbled and sighed, his head lolled backwards like he was about to pass out.

I walked around to my desk and sat down on the black leather spinny chair that I usually spin around in circles on and piss about. Not taking anything seriously. But not now, I had to listen to Luke and ask him questioned.

"So," I started, clasping my hands onto the desk "I have a couple of questions to ask you"

"Shoot," He smirked.

"First of all, the hallucinations. What the hell were they all about?" I asked.

"When the night of the power cut, you called me a psycho, that really got my blood boiled Scar, when the prison doors unlocked and everyone got out, I was looking for you, I could hear your scared panting breath, and how it hitched when I chuckled when I thought I found you. Then you got away. So I got to your apartment, you obviously never knew, and gave you the hallucinations with the control of my mind" He smugly replied.

"Yeah but.. why though?" I asked nervously.

"Because you pissed me off" He shrugged casually.

"Well I am sorry for that."

I spun around in my chair to the direction where I have my mini fridge, I only have bottled waters in it, not food, and grabbed a bottle before turning back into my original position.

"Can I have one?" Luke asked, "my throats a 'lil scratchy" He said, rubbing his neck.

I sighed and nodded, turning back around and bending over to get the bottled water for Luke. Once retrieving the bottle I turned back around again, facing Luke who had his famous smirk plastered on his face. I quirked an eyebrow at him as I reached over and gave him the water.

"Alright.. second question." I sighed, leaning back into my chair and crossing my leg over thee other. "I was watching the news the other night, about a family being murdered on the highway.. do you know or have anything to do with that?"

His smirk got wider as his eyes got darker, "I may have" he spoke in a low and slow voice.

"Did you do it?" I asked, he nodded, biting his bottom lip in attempt to hide his smile, like a school girl talking about her crush.

"Why are you so happy about that?" I asked, venom dripping from my tone of voice.

"I don't know, it just gives me adrenaline thinking about it" He chuckled evilly. "You see, I take pleasure in what I so Scar, especially when I take peoples lives away.. I take pleasure in hearing their blood curling screams when I plant my weapon into them, seeing them pled for me to stop or shouting for help." His smile started to get more creepy with every word he spoke.

"O-Oh.. Um, aren't you g-gonna drink that?" I stuttered, gesturing to the cold bottled water in his hands.

"Nah, my throat is fine, I just wanted to see you bent over again." He winked. "Anymore questions?" the smirk returned.

"Uhh.. why did you kill them?" I asked, "did you know them?"

"No. I was angry and I needed something, or someone, to take my anger out of"