I Am My Own Demons

Skyler Black

Age: 18
DOB:Unknown
Status:Orphan
Level of Sadist mentality: Off the Charts
Disorder: Split Personality

Specie: Vampire
Blood type:Unknown

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The therapist sat on the chair in front of the cell I was in. They didn't want what happened to the other five to happen to this one too.

Let's just say their death wasn't an easy one. For them anyway. I wonder if they told him about the five before me.

"Good afternoon Ms Black, I am Mr Simeon." He said waiting for me to reply. But I sat there staring at him with my red eyes.

"Okay then, Ms Black I would need you to cooperate with me on our daily therapy sessions and that includes communication with me." It sounded more like a question than a statement.

I popped the gum in my mouth and gave a nod for him to carry on.

"Thank you. Let's start with your feelings now shall we? I am going to ask how you feel now and then if that doesn't go well with you. I will show you some pictures and you will tell me what you see when you look at them.

How do you feel right now?"

I squinted my eyes at him. Those idiots think a couple of cell bars are going to stop me from finishing my art therapist collection. I chuckled out loud at that thought." Are you sure you want to know what I am thinking?" I whispered in a soft voice.

Mr Simeon gulped and answered "Completely sure Ms Black."He's not very good at hiding his fear. Like an open book.

"Okay I will show you while I describe it for you hmm?"

I didn't wait for his reply. This will be better than the last five. Not for him but I will try to take it easy.

If I Can.