Tate Langdon

Sociopathic Personality Disorder

"Tate Langdon!" 

Dr. Lambfoot was calling out my name. 

I got up from my seat, and made my way to the door. As I was going to open it, a girl walked straight out of the doctors office. 

We were staring at each other, while I was passing by her. I've never seen her around here before, so she must be new. 

"Take a seat, Tate." The doctor said, as I smiled at her and closed the door behind me, following my steps to the couch. 

"How are you feeling today?" She asked, adjusting her glasses. "Much better, doc. I think this therapy is helping me a lot." I was smiling at her like a little kid. 
"I'm happy to hear that coming from you." She turned her papers. 

"Excuse me, nothing personal, but who was that girl before? I-I'm just asking, because I never saw her around here." I gathered up my legs on the couch. "The brunette who just left my office a couple of minutes ago?" She pointed at the door, as I was nodding continuously, biting my lower lip out of nervousness. 

"Her name is Aster Hamptons. She's one of my patients as well." She read through the papers, looking for one particular. 
"What's her diagnosis?" I looked at her curiously. 

"Now, now, Tate. This isn't about her. This is about you. Let's talk about your desires." She cleared her throat and crossed her legs. 
"Someone tells me to do bad things, which I don't want to. Sometimes that person inside my head takes control over me and does whatever he wants. Or should I refer to him as it." I started moving back and forth in my seat, looking around the room. 

I got very nervous, that my eyes started tearing up. 

"What do you mean by 'it'? That something ins't human?" She furrowed her brows, looking at me, clicking her pen. 

"There are monsters screaming louder and louder in my head." I whispered it with a shaky voice, holding my head with both of my hands. 

"And how do you run from something that's in your head?" I gave her a serious stare, sobbing afterwards. 
"What if I told you that we can chase that monster out of your head?" Mrs. Lambfoot gulped, quickly writing on her paper. 

"Shh." I placed my index finger on my mouth. "He hears everything. You don't want to make him angry. I did once, it didn't end well." I raised up my arm and pulled down my sleeve, pointing at the seriously deep, vertical cuts. 

"You need something to distract yourself with. Like a job, perhaps. Since you're not going to high school for what you did to that girl." Dr. Lambfoot placed a paper on her desk, which faced in my direction. 

"Please, sign here." She was pointing with her long, red nails on the spot. I got up to sit into the chair, glancing at the paper then back at her in confusion. 

"Newspaper delivery? Oh, noo. No, no, no." I laughed at her taste in humor and dropped the paper down on the desk immediately. "I wasn't joking. You're gonna be a paperboy." She reached out the pen. 

I sighed, looking at the pen, folding my arms. "Do you wanna get well? Do you want those monsters out of your head? Do you want to go back to high school? Do you want a normal life? Then sign the paper." She smiled, when I slowly accepted the pen. 

I signed the paper and placed the pen back into its place. "You're starting today. A bunch of newspapers and a bicycle are waiting for you outside. And the list of houses and streets, so you'd know where you've delivered, and where not." She opened her drawer and handed me the list along with a pen attached to it.

"Good luck, Tate." She said with a smile. "Goodbye, Mrs. Lambfoot." I replied back, closing the door with a disappointed face. 

"Let's be a normal person." I sighed, sitting on the bike and getting started with the work. 

Not a short time after I delivered a bunch of papers already. 
"This is the last house, I guess." I mumbled to myself, taking out the list of my bag and looking through the names. 

I nodded to myself, got off the bike with the newspaper in my hand. As I went up to the porch, I saw a last name on the mailbox. "Hamptons.." I quietly read it. 

I raised my hand to knock on the door, but then something clicked in my head. 

I quickly looked back at the mailbox. "Aster Hamptons..?" I furrowed my brows, cleared my throat and knocked two times. 

After a minute or two, someone finally opened the door. 

"Yes?" An old man was standing in the door, looking at me. "I'm the paperboy." I said, handing him the newspaper. "Oh, thank you a lot." He said, smiling at me. 

I turned away to my bike, as he left to go inside.