The Perfect Posse

Chapter 42: Spending Time With the Killer.

Psychology was a funny concept. It briefly studies the human brain and states the reason for their behavious. So, psychology basically justifies a person's behvaiour. Majoring in the subject made it difficult for me to reason with Derek. I wanted to stay mad and be vengeful, but deep down in my heart, I just wanted to find our the core reason that made him this way.

But would it be fair of me to excuse his behaviour by naming him as a psychopath? My psychology professor always said that being a bigger person will bring you a sense of accomplishment and we should always be the bigger person and understand the situation by putting ourselved in their shoes. But how was I going to look at the world from Derek's eyes when this side of him was a total stranger to me?

A part of me did not want to empathise with him. I was plain mad at him for committing such a crime and instead of confessing, create a whole messed up game. But if I give into my peronsl bias and opinions, what kind of a therapist would I be? I had been preparing my entire life for this. I did not learn psychology merely to give suggestions to the troubled souls. I became one to improve my personal life and not get frustrated at small things.

Brianna had joked about me basically becoming a monk because she thought it was okay to get angry easily. While Brianna could relate to the mean or the badass girls in movies, I looked upto the calm and the collected characters. My friend did not know what kind of anger I felt when I did give into such a confusing emotion. She was not aware of the thoughts that enveloped my mind. It was me and only me who was cognizant about it.

One thing that I was fully conscious of was that deep down we are all sinners, all murders. But many fight this notion until they subdue all of the evil thoughts and choose a better life for themselves while others give into the wickedness inside of them and become monsters. Although it was unfair and unjust of me to tag people who murdered others for their satisfaction, I was okay with that because this was a conversation I was having in my head and nobody would have access to it, making every single one of them a unknown to what I thought of all this.

"How do I look?" I shifted my attention from the mirror and to an overjoyed Derek who was adjusting his suit.

Derek had come over yesterday to ask me to join him in deciding an outfit for the gala. I was very firm in not wanting to accompany him at first, but he was very persuasive till the end. I could have still stand my ground and not accepted his request, but I wanted to spend some alone time with him.

So here we were, the only customers in Alex's small boutique. Derek had tried on three suits until now while I was relaxing on a circle, fancy chair covered with a smooth, velvety fabric.

"I liked the first one better," I spoke, sipping on my tea.

"You did, I like this one more," he replied.