Psychopath. (Completed✔)

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~Everything that kills me makes me feel alive~

Zephany's singing voice could be heard from the bathroom.

"Come on out! We still have to do your interrogation!" A loud voice shouted from outside followed by the banging on the door.

Zephany came outside wrapped in a towel, dripping water on the floorboards.

"Get dressed the officers are waiting for you outside." The woman said before walking out.

After she had passed out on her bed, she was taken to the hospital by the paramedics. One of the neighbours had heard Tiffany scream and had called the police to check up on them.

It had been three days since the incident. Tiffany had gone into a coma because of excessive blood loss and vital organ injury.

Zephany peeped into the interrogation room in the police department, with a lollipop  in her mouth.

"Come in girl."

She strutted in and sat on the wooden chair. A police officer came and handcuffed her to the chair.

"Kinky, huh?" Zephany winked at the officer who had a disgusted scowl on his face.

"We'll go straight to the point. What happened to your roommate and why were you passed out on the bed with a knife in your hand?" The most gruff looking officer questioned her while he sat on another chair opposite to her.

"I stabbed her." Zephany boringly said while twirling the lollipop in the mouth.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I was pissed." She nonchalantly replied now playing with the handcuffs.

"Tell us why and maybe we could lessen your sentence."

"I can't go to jail. I'm sixteen." Zephany said with her eyes wide in a comical surprised expression.

"Then how did you get yourself a shared apartment?"

"Fake IDs. Ever heard of them?"

She was now fiddling with the handcuffs, while trying to appear like she was playing with them.

She got up and yanked the handcuffs away from her wrist, and threw it at the guy who handcuffed her.

"Weak!"

"Just send me to Faux Mental Asylum. I'm mental and anyways I have no place to live now." She said as she walked out of the room and into the one she'd been staying yesterday.

'I'm close, May.' Was all that was running in her head.

"Zephany Meyze, sixteen, diagnosed with Schizophrenia, PTSD and Depression." The officer said to the front desk, while she was handcuffed.

"~I'm just a psychopath!~" Zephany was singing yet again.

"Room 206. Warden Varshavski, you're incharge." The attended shouted into the mic.

Zephany was dragged to the room and thrown onto the floor by the warden.

Warden Varshavski was a very strict warden. She wore a suit, thin-rimmed glasses and a scowl on her face, her black hair tied up in a tight bun.

"Wear those clothes girl, then you do your chores." She pointed at some striped pajamas lying on the bunk bed.

Her second step was complete now all she had to do was find the target and get him to completely trust her. But the problem was he wasn't someone who you can talk to easily.

May,

I hope you're fine and that those guys aren't troubling you that much. Just a few more days and I will be back with you and we can play board games. How's Horny doing? Last time I saw him he had diarrhea. Tell them to give you chocolate cereal every Sunday. Ask Mr. Connor if you want anything, he told me he'll buy you anything you want. I'll come back, May. I'll be back after finishing my work.

Remember, never cry, even when Cry wants to cry, May won't cry!

Zeph.

Zephany wrote down her letter and put it in her suitcase. She would post it tomorrow.