Psychopath

Chapter 8

James awoke to the high pitched wailing sound of his alarm he jumped out of bed, threw on a pair if jeans and a t-shirt, and began gathering things for his meeting with Brian. He grabbed a walkie-talkie, lazier pointer, fishing line, binoculars, a pen and notebook. He tossed all of these into a book bag and glanced at his watch. 11:36. He walked downstairs were his mother, middle aged woman with light brown hair, was making breakfast.

"Hey mom, I'm meeting up with a friend up at Burger King."

"When?"

"About twenty-five minutes."

"What have I told you about making last minute plans!"

"Not to make them.."

"That's right. Call your friend and tell them you'll be there a bit late, I'll give you a ride up there after I make breakfast."

James began to panic. He couldn't let his plans be ruined by his mom, and he had no way to contact Brian. He had a idea.

"Alright, I guess me and Jamie can go out another time. " He began walking away."

"Wait a minute, you're going out on a date?"

"Yeah, it's our first one. Oh well, I'll reschedule it for another time."

His mom turned off the stove, the pots and pans still filled with half-cooked food, and grabbed her car keys.

"Come on! Your dad's just going to half to skip breakfast today! I'm not letting my baby miss his first date!"

Five minutes later they pulled into the Burger King driveway.

"Thanks mom." Before she could respond, his quickly got our of the car and walked into the Burger King. Once he entered he glanced behind him. His mom was still sitting in the car watching him, probably trying to figure out who his "girlfriend" was. He silently cursed and scanned the restaurant. He noticed a girl sitting alone at one of the tables. She had black hair with dyed red steaks. She wore a simple black shirt with a low cut collar and a black skirt. Her legs were covered in black lace stockings and she was reading a book titled "Edger Allen Poe's greatest." James smiled. A goth. Perfect. He walked over yo her table.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked

She looked up, startled. A look of confusion crossed her face for a second before she quickly nodded. He sat down next to her. She buried her face deeper into her book, avoiding eye contact with James.

"I've actually read that book. Which poem is your favorite?"

She slowly looked up from her book and looked at James.

"T-the Tell Tale Heart." She mumbled.

"That's my favorite! Is so dark and gritty. I absolutely love how he portrays the killer!"

She smiled, "I agree, I also love how he shows how egotistical and narcissistic the killer is. He is so confident in his skills as a killer."

"Of course at the end if the story the mans wasn't actually a psychopath."

"Yeah, I know. A psychopath is classified as someone who feels on empathy for another human being, but at the end if the story, the killers guilt in his crime is what lead to his undoing."

"It's almost sad. To be smart enough to plan out a murder like that, but be caught because of your own guilt."

He glanced behind him. His mom was no longer there. He still wanted to talk to the girl until Brian arrived, he found her quite charming.

He looked her in the eyes.

"I don't understand why your here all alone. Your interesting, smart," he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her left ear. "Beautiful. You should be here with a boyfriend, or at least friends."

The girls cheeks were starting to become red and she fidgeted in her seat. "I'm not beautiful. The other kids I know think I'm weird and avoid me. Also, they are a bit afraid of me because of these." She slowly rolled up her left shirt sleeve. Five horizontal cuts covered the skin between her wrist and elbow.

"You cut yourself?"

"Yeah. It... makes me feel better. I can't stop."

James grasped her hand in both of his.

"That's why you can't stop. You need something that makes you feel just as good as cutting. If you have that, you won't need to cut to make yourself feel better. Is there anything you enjoy doing."

She blushed and looked at their joined hands.

"I enjoy talking to you."

Just then James heard the door open behind him. He glanced in its direction and saw Brian walking through. He looked back at the girl with his best smile.

"Then we need to hang out more often. I actually came here to meet a friend of mine, but I want you to have this."

He quickly grabbed the pen and notepad from his back pack. He tore out a sheet of paper from the notepad and wrote, ourpainandsuffering.com, usernames Trisha2000.

"Message me on this and we'll set up another day to hang out."

She nodded and grabbed the price of paper. James was about to leave when he remembered something.

"Oh, I forgot to ask what your name was. I'm James."

She smiled and said, "I'm Abigail."

"Nice to meet you Abigail."

He walked off and went to meet Brian at the doorway. He didn't know at the time that this chance meeting would effect everything. That out of all the people he could have talked to, Abigail was either the best, or the worst person to choose.