The Confessions of Andora and Kai

Andora

Confession #5: I was a bit jealous.

Bit wasn't even an accurate measure.

They were together all the time to the point I felt like I was interfering when I was around. I mean I don't even know why I was jealous. Kai has always chased girls to the end of time, but yet this felt different. This felt irreversible.

See I was used to him being around. Used to telling him everything I couldn't say. All the little things we would say when we watched tv. Everything suddenly felt vacant as if there was a little space missing in my life.

So I pretended I was fine and tried to figure out a way to go back to how it was before--him. And the hardest part was that I couldn't even fucking remember. So I attached onto the memories.

Then I met Aaron and he solved a temporary solution to what I had going on.

"You good?" I looked up to him. "You look lonely."

"I'm fine," I feigned a smile. Aaron saw right through that bullshit just like Kai.

"And I'm Aaron," I guess he took that as an invitation to sit right next to me. "You're Andora right?"

"Yes," I pushed my eyebrows together and dropped my pencil on my notebook. "Want to tell me how you know that."

"You're one of the few black people that go to our school, including me. Sounds weird, but I tend to notice those type of things."

"No I get it," I laughed. "My mom used to do the same when I was in elementary school. I guess it was a comfort level thing."

"Yeah I think so too," His eyes wandered to a packet of papers I had on the table. "Dean Corll? The Candyman."

"Yeah I've kind of been researching into American serial killers," I tapped my pencil over the pages.

"It's fascinating isn't it? How they take lives so easily like it's a game. I want to study in Psychology it's always been a passion to get into the heads of messed up individuals."

"How about me? I'm pretty fucked up," I suggested prompting him to chuckle as if I was joking.

Again, definitely wasn't joking. So I make it clear to him.

"No really I tell you my life story, and you tell me where I am on the psycho level."

"Alright, I guess," He seemed nervous but he let me continue.

"My dad left my mother and I when I was really young so I don't really remember what he looked like. My mom was murdered when I was twelve and I was asleep when it happened. She wasn't the only victim too especially around the time. Seven people went missing in that community and four found dead. After two years of being in foster homes I was adopted fifteen minutes away from my old area. Also I have an obsession with killing serial killers, specifically the one I think killed my mom. What's the diagnosis Doc."

His mouth was wide open but then he shut it. I had only did the dead mom jig with a Kai, but the reactions seemed to reflect the personality perfectly. You could say it was a test, to see if they can handle it. Aaron aced it like he had been studying months in advance.

"You want revenge. A primitive human desire that we want to suppress. In you're case...I don't know but I think you have a right to act on it," He shrugged.

"So you're going to help me?"

"What?"

"Act on it?"

"Maybe if it allows me to psychoanalyze--"

"So yes?" I interrupted preventing an tedious conversation that could be condensed into one word.

"Yes."