Psychology For Psychopaths

1- Psychology with a Psychopath

In hindsight, when someone tells you that they are broken beyond all repair, tells you that they don't want to be fixed, most people would leave them be.

I am not most people.  I am introverted, I an awkward, and most importantly I am not the best at interpreting when to really just give up on someone and leave them alone.

That is why I am here. 

The chill in the room seems not to come from the air conditioning unit(which is broken) or the weather outside (it's August and 95 degrees outside).

The chill came from the sheer terror of sitting directly beside the campus psychopath in an otherwise empty study room in a completely empty library.

This is what happens when you desperately try to get your new roommate you met two days ago to like you and she decides to take you to a sketchy sushi bar in the middle of Nebraska (where, I might add, there is no nearby ocean or anyone with the actual knowledge of what sushi is or how to prepare it).

This is what happens when, despite all the planning, excitement, and preparation you put into your first days as a freshman, you manage to catch food poisoning the night before classes start for the second week and spend the entirety  of your second Monday in the infirmary instead of in class.

Finally, this is what happens when you ask your professors to understand that it was not your fault and to help you out and they tell you to "ask a classmate" when you've only been here for all of three class days. 

The only person left in the room was Sebastion. He had given me a strange look and after several minutes of me rambling had finally agreed to meet me here. 

Only here. 

After I had gotten back to my dorm room, I learned of my mistake.

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"Hey are you feeling any better?" My roommate, Lindsey, asked as she pressed a cold hand to my forehead.

"Yeah," I nodded but I knew my face was still pale and was only worsened by my impending social interaction later.

"Did you get all of your work at least?"

I didn't much care for her tone.  It was as if it was my fault I had behind. I did not ask to eat weird sushi and catch food poisoning, and I definitely did not ask to have to get help.

"I got everything but my introduction to psychology work,  he told me to find a classmate to ask for help and I asked a boy named Sebastion." I politely replied despite my ever growing distaste for my new roommate.

"You mean Psychotic Sebastion?" She let out a teasing laugh.

"I am sure it's not the same one."

The thinking about Lindsay is that she had been placed on academic suspension for partying too much last year.  She had failed most of her courses and was still placed on the freshman housing list.

The other thing about Lindsay is that when it came to people I was realising she seemed to irritatingly know everything. 

Whether it was that she was nosy, which is where my money is at, or that she was exceptionally good at reading people, she seemed to know something about literally everyone we met on the sidewalk the past few days. 

So when I realized that she was still talking about Psychotic Sebastion, I decided I better listen.

"So he's a real psychopath, you know the kind that doesn't feel emotions and stuff, and so-"

"You mean sociopath." I interrupted. 

" Yeah okay, whatever. Well he moves here at the beginning of last semester- the spring semester right in the middle- and no one knows why. His roommate told everyone he was a real crazy, talking in his sleep and getting real territorial. So then one day, just out of the blue, the roommate comes out of the bathroom and Sebastion just attacks him."