After a few hours of laughing and chattering in our hotel room, a loud, unhesitant knock was slashed against our door. I was in my underwear at that time, and, excluding my mother and father, Alyssa is the only non-relation that has ever seen me like that. Plus, i'm pretty insecure about my thighs. I've got lots of scars from when I used to kill animals: I used to walk through bushes attached with agonising thorns and thistles. It was such a recurring occurrence that neither the mental scars nor physical scars could be removed.
Once I had put on some jeans and sorted my shit out, I opened the door slightly to investigate but the person on the other side just barged in rudely. Startled, Alyssa returned to her cowardly character once she discovered it was Suzanna from the reception.
"Suzanna," I said, confused.
She looked angry, and my heart shuddered in fear that she had sussed out our rather huge lie. She glared at me, and raised her arm, showing a crumpled piece of paper. On it, was a picture of me. On that picture of me, was one word. A word written in massive, black, harsh letters. I read the word, the word so sharp and harsh it cut through my skin like a tough blade. My heart sped up, so fast it almost left my chest. Suzanna step back, and I watched as tears streamed down her eyes. She was clearly afraid, she pursed her lips but no sound was coming out. She moved her arm so she could examine the piece of paper again, holding it up next to my face to prove her point. I glanced back at Alyssa, who was cowering behind the bed. But that word, the painful word would not leave my mind. Each time I blink, that word filled my eyesight. The word, in capital letters, was:
"Criminal."Suzanna stuttered, and was finally able to speak, "y-y-you... you said..." she began, but soon realised she simply could not finish her sentence.
"Please, stop looking so scared. I'm not dangerous." I said, hopefully to put her mind at ease.
She sighed, cleared her throat and nodded her head, "you said... that your name was Julien. But it says here your name is James. And, and, you committed a crime. I can't believe I fell for your lies!"Frozen. The world was frozen. We were frozen. It was like the aggressively spinning Earth had paused for a moment. The oceans and seas had stopped rocking, bubbling and throbbing. The creatures and beasts had stopped their hunting. Everything had stopped. At that point I knew my time was up. My time on earth was up. She'd send me back to prison, and i'd get a life sentence. And I wouldn't be seeing Alyssa ever again, she'd be thrown inside too.
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Psycho In The Bloodstream
FanfictionTEOTFW // James, depressed in his prison cell, wonders what might have happened if he was a psychopath and had actually killed Alyssa. Does he change his mind on the art of murder, or is he still repulsed by it?