I Didn't Do It (On Hold)

I Didn't Do It

“So the ultimate question at hand is, does one know that they are a psychopath?” Katrina Handslock, my advisor.

Although it was debatable whether she was my advisor or my therapist, seeing that my overzealous parents feared the inevitable with me.

Now I was being interrogated before I was actually brought in by the police, they wanted to get my story straight.

“What do you think of yourself?” Katrina asks me. I sulk back in the chair, tapping my fingers irritably as she circles me.

She wanted to induce fear into my system, perhaps to throw me off and or prepare for the time where I’d be face with the Big Guys.

“With positivity of course.” I reply back after awhile, my eyes following her and she stops, throwing her hand on her hip and tapping her her heel on the wooden flooring.

 

Katrina was in her late twenties, engaged to a douche bag, and with curves of a goddess.

“So you wouldn’t consider yourself a psychopath?” She asks and I can tell there’s sarcasm and I can’t help but snort.

 

“Don’t flatter me. I know who we’re dealing with and even if they are as prestigious as you explained to me for the past two hours. I know what to admit and what to keep in the envelope.” I reply and she sits on the desk and drapes one leg over the other.

 

“The envelope eventually has to open. Are you a psychopath?” She pushes the question once again and the lack of professionalism in this category of interrogation is obvious.

She has no idea what she’s doing.

“Now why would a psychopath admit to be one? Look at my medical transcripts.” I offer and she shakes her head.

“That’s the first thing they’re going to look at. That’s why I’m asking you the question.” Katrina’s voice begins to rise and I raise an eyebrow.

I rub my hands together, then softly stroke my chin. “No. That’s not the question you’re really asking me.” I reveal and Katrina takes a step back and scoffs.

She’s shocked by how forthright I’m being.

 

“You’re wondering if I really did it.” The words are left fragile in the air. Anybody could take them and twist them around, make it to however they want it to be.

“You can’t say things like that. The police already wanted to convict you with how you acted when they first questioned you. Haven’t you heard ‘Anything you say can and will be used against you’” Katrina reminds me of the common known phrase used by police officers once being arrested.

I sit forward with a wide grin, she should know me better than this. “And that is exactly why I continued to talk, because they figured as a guilty person I’d say nothing and wait for an attorney, but if I know that I’m not guilty. Why fret?” I ask, shrugging and turning my face up.

I knew how genius I truly was.

No one else saw it.

“Because they think you’re guilty!” Katrina shouts and covers her face with her hand, massaging the side of her temple.