Silent Boy [ENGLISH]

11. - Part One -

"Sebastian, are you listening to me at all?" She tried impatiently to distract him as he crouched in his well-known chair with his arms crossed.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said in a confused, innocent voice. "Today you are especially beautiful. You're distracting me."

While it might have flattered her if she had heard it at some other time or from a completely different person, this time she was just losing her temper. Scarlett felt the color rush to her cheeks. She sighed and squeezed the root of her nose with her slender fingers.

"I thought you said you were going to get serious."

"I'm sorry, Scarlett, I've become a little clumsy in talking to people. You know, I'm very lonely. You are the only person I've talked to since I've been here."

"Didn't you talk to Dr. Stein, too?"

"Of course not," he shrugged, smiling. "He talked to himself when he came here. I don't know why he did it. Did he see me as his own therapist or did he just think that would make me talk ... I really don't know. "

"Good," she said indifferently. "Did you have any friends when you were ... out of this cell?"

"Do you think I would be here if I had any friends?"

"You want to tell me you wouldn't kill if you had friends?"

He fell silent, his eyes focused on her. He didn't blink. ''No.''

"Why did you kill them, Sebastian?"

At her words, he slowly rose from the chair with his back straight and slowly, like a cat, approached the glass. He glazed at her.

"You know, Doctor, I'd really like you to come to my cell more often than to talk through the glass," he said, licking his lip lightly and nibbling on it, looking down at her lower body. "I'd really like to see those beautiful legs up close more often."

"Sebastian!" She got up angrily and stood in front of him. Although they were divided by glass, the tension between them could be cut with a knife. "Stop changing the subject. I know what you are doing and it does not work on me", He stammered disinterestedly.

"Scarlett, I really don't know why you're trying to talk to me. Why do you even pretend to be interested in other things when we both know that you are only interested in whether there were more girls? "

''That is not true.''

"Isn't it?"

''No, it is not.''

"Good," he smiled wickedly and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why are you doing this then?", that made Scarlet to think. Why is she really doing this?

"I want to know what made you do something like that and whether the reason for that is childhood trauma. I want to determine your personality profile. And I want to figure out if you can change – it's not too late to do that, Sebastian. You just have to confess to other crimes if they exist."

Sebastian giggled hysterically and clapped his hands, making a short sound. "If I can change?" He repeated her words in high-pitched voice. "Oh my God, you women are amazing. You meet a man and no matter how bad he turns out to be, you are always convinced that you can change him and that he will change because of you. Grow up, Scarlett. These are fairy tales for little princesses, and as far as I can see, you are quite a big girl. "

"I don't believe in that."

"Well, then you're pretty stupid," he told her nonchalantly. "Which is pretty disappointing because it means you lost your chance with me. That is a little pathetic, because you know, I'm locked in a glass cell and you're almost the only female being I see. "

"You think you're a lot of fun, don't you?"

"Oh, no," he pursed his lips and shook his head. "I'm hilarious."

A mischievous smile played on his boyish face.

"Listen, Scarlett," he stopped her as she returned to the chair that was causing her severe lower back pain. "I'm a little unfair to you and I'm taking advantage of the fact that you're kind to me."

''I know. You are testing the limits to see how far I am ready to go to hear what you have to say ", a smile slipped from his lips. He is impressed with how much she actually knows his tricks.

"Kind of," he shrugged casually. "But you really are the only person who really listens to me. I don't remember the last time someone listened to me - probably my mother; or maybe that nonsense from my father when he wasn't drunk on alcohol. "

''I am sorry to hear that.''

"Yes, me too," he said softly. "But you know what I don't understand?"

She raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to give her answer to that question.

"Why do you have so much desire to see something good in me who is, let me emphasize, a serial killer and offer me so many chances to make things right, and you don't want to give a single one to your brother?"

Her stomach was tied in a knot, and some unknown cold enveloped her body. She shivered.

"It's not the same at all."

"Of course it's not the same, Scarlett. I'm much worse. I'm a monster, aren't I? Whatever your brother did, he certainly cannot outmatch the things I did. Many times. In many ways. "

"He took someone's life," she tried to control her voice, which began to tremble, swallowing the lump. "Someone who was important to me."

"But he didn't do it on purpose, did he?"

"No, he didn't," she said.

"Scarlett, I've spent enough time in my personally made hell to know that there is no such thing as redemption. There are only empty promises, bargains and tricks by which we convince ourselves that we are good people ... I am not a good person. And I am aware of that. "

His face took on a mild and gentle expression, and she saw compassion in his eyes. Something that could not often be seen on the face of the infamous Sebastian Carter.

"But I know one thing," he continued with a sigh. "There is forgiveness."

Scarlett stared at him for a few moments, and she was not even sure if she was surprised to hear such a speech from him in person, or that he might be right. What she does is hypocritical and contradictory. She gives a chance to a man whom she knows to be fickle and manipulative, but she doesn't even want to hear about her own blood. Low, Scarlett. Very low.

"I can't believe I just experienced you giving me a letter about moral values."

"Surprising, isn't it?" His forehead furrowed. "It looks like people can change after all."

"Well, it looks like we both learned something today."

"Looks like we really are."