Mental

Part 2: I Wanted A New Mom

"That was a really nice story. It was nice and long. My story is pretty short..." At that moment I think I knew what was wrong with him. He seemed to have emotion, but not the right ones, was he a sociopath? "I killed my mom.." What? "I killed my mom because I wanted a new one.." A new one? "There was this really nice lady at my school... she was my teacher..."

"Wait! Wait! Start over... start from the beginning..." He seemed pretty upset for a split second. I think it was because I interrupted him, but he quickly got over it and a wide smile grew on his face as he began to tell me his story from the beginning.

"When I was in kindergarten, I had a really pretty teacher, her name was Miss. Emily. I would write her little letters and leave them on her desk, telling her how much I wanted to be her son and go home with her. I wanted her to be my mommy. But, she told me no. She told me that she couldn't be my mommy because I already had a mom at home and if I got a new mom then my real mom would be sad. She said that she would cry. I didn't want my mom to cry but I wanted a new mom... I wanted Miss. Emily, so, when I went home I killed my mom in her sleep by cutting up her neck, so that Miss. Emily could finally be my new mom. I did it for her... but she never became my mom. Instead I ended up here... " His whole mood changed, his face began to sag. He looked so sad. He left the gathering area and went to his room. I didn't even catch his name.