Liah's Dirty Secrets

Chapter one

Your name is Liah Greyson and you are currently sitting at the oncologist office after he just gave you some life changing news, and all you can do is stare at his face trying to figure out what his facial expression means.
(Liah; the hardest part of being a psychopath is pretending to feel.)
(Liah; Don't get me wrong, over the years I've mastered most of the feelings and emotions, I just don't know which one to use in this particular case.)
Dr. Martin: Ms. Greyson, I understand you must be is shock right now...
(Liah; shocked is it)
Dr. Martin: I'll give you a couple of days process and then we can work on your options.
Liah: My options? You just said the tumor is inoperable...
Dr. Martin: Right now it is, but with some chemotherapy based treatments and some other experimental, that had proven fair levels of success, we might be able to reduce it to a size we can safely remove.
Liah: What if I don't want to put myself through those treatments? How much time do I have?
Dr. Martin: Anything from six months to a year. But it's hard to tell, every case is different.
You just stare at him with an expressionless grin
Dr. Martin: I think you should go home and think about everything, I will email you some studies, so you can do your own research.
Dr. Martin: We'll schedule another appointment two days from now and we'll talk through this together
Dr. Martin gives you a pitiful smile and stands up from behind his ebony desk. You stand up too, picking your purse up from the chair next to the one you were sitting on.
Liah: Thank you, Dr. Martin. I guess I'll see you Wednesday.
Dr. Martin: I'll make sure my assistant calls you to set a time suitable for yourself.
You walk out of the office and go straight to the bathroom.
(Liah; Of course I'm upset that my life it's about to end at 27, but it's not the end of the world, it's just one life.)
A middle aged woman walked in and stands by you, looking at herself in the mirror. Her eyes are swollen and tears are running down her face, smearing her mascara all over.
Another patient: I'm so sorry... I...I... just got some really bad news...
You look at her emotionless for a second. Then you gave her a sympathetic smile. The lady put her purse on the counter and washed her face.
Liah: Sorry
Another patient: That's how life works, isn't it?
You nod still staring at the woman, scanning everyone of her movements. The lady fixes her makeup and smiles back at you. She got a lipstick out of her purse and put it on her lips.
Liah: That's a pretty color on you.
Another patient: Thanks
The lady smiles wider then sighs. Then walks into one of the bathroom stalls. You look at yourself in the mirror for a second and then to the lady's purse still on the counter. Without hesitation you reach into the purse and get the lipstick out to put it on you. You get the lady's wallet out too and inspect the inside for a second, then you grab some cash and put everything back in place, just in time for the woman to come out of the stall.
(Liah; cab money)
You think while slipping the cash in your back pocket and smile at the lady.
Liah: I hope your day gets better
Another patient: Thanks, you have a good day too
When you reach the outside of the office you get in a taxi to ride back home, leaning quietly on the window, let all these new events sink in. Shortly the car stopped in front of a tall downtown building. You pay the cab driver and give him a smile.
Liah: Can I stay here for a few more minutes?
Cab driver: Sure
You thank him with another smile as you get a small compact mirror out of your purse and stare at it. Soon tears start running down your cheek, which you pinch to make them look  blushed. You smear your eye makeup down your face and then sigh pleased with the results.
Liah: Have a good day!
You say cheerfully while getting out of the car, entering the building walking gleefully and take the elevator to the 22nd floor. When the doors open you walk to the apartment 222.
(Liah; So yeah, I don't really mind dying, but I did build a perfect little life of my own. I have a boyfriend and friends who care for me.)
(Liah; Is it gonna suck having to pretend to be sad and upset and depressed and defeated?... yeah, but I still have my flash cards.)
(Liah; There's so many misinterpretations about what is like to be a psychopath... but we actually want the same thing as the rest, a normal life.)
You get a set of keys out of your purse and opened the door. The nice open plane apartment was dark and in complete silence. You quietly closed the door behind you and walked around towards the kitchen, making sure you are in fact, alone.
Liah: Mase?... honey, are you home?
No answer. A smile spreads through your lips and you breathe deep, delighted, because you love calm and quiet and for you two people is a crowd. Walking straight to the bedroom you get the new lipstick out of your purse and put it on looking at yourself in the mirror. You smile, pleased with the results and throw the lipstick in your makeup drawer.
(Liah; People also think, psychopaths are soulless monsters that are wierd to kill everything that's pure and good in the world with a smile on their ugly faces.)
(Liah; But the fact I can't emphasize with other human beings or actually develop feelings or emotions for them, doesn't mean I go out of my way to hurt people.)
(Liah; In fact, I have never hurt anybody... well, I did kill my roommates bird, cuz it kept calling me a bitch, and I did sabotage my co-workers project to get that one promotion. But I haven't hurt anyone physically. Not since that day...)
Your sweet rehearsed smile is wiped from your face and turned into a grin, the memories from ten years ago trying to creep into your mind. Then the sound of the door opening brings you back and a smirk shows up in the corner of your mouth
(Liah; Showtime)
You think and hurry to close the room door. You grab the tissue box from the nightstand and spread tissues all over the bed and the floor. Taking one last glance at your reflection in the mirror, you smear the lipstick, sat on the bed and started to fake hyperventilating, while fresh tears start running down your face.