Prologue
“I did it for the sake of my morals.”
Her façade was uptight, professional. The psychiatrist has a blank look on her face; she’s trying to dissect every word I say. My eyes wander on her face. She’s beautiful; skin as dark as midnight, it appeared tight due to the ponytail; almond shaped eyes, slightly high cheekbones, and full plump lips. The media would label her as exotic if she were a model. But here she is, trying to break down an inmate’s psych.
Oh, the universe is probably laughing somewhere, watching how this is ending.
“May I ask what your morals are, Miss Karlatos?” The professionalism seeps out of her mouth. Felt like poison to me. No. It was actually refreshing for someone to talk to me and acknowledge me as human.
“Morals? I lost track of them. . .” It’s true. I just wanted to help those who were weak, those that didn’t have the power to say no… those that were robbed from their choice.
She writes. She’s been documenting every word I say. It nerved me: made me feel like a new specimen that scientists study.
I lean forward, put my cuffed hands on the table and grin at the psychiatrist across from me, “So what are you going to diagnose me as?” I taunt with an unbothered look. “A psychopath, or a sociopath..” She stops what she’s doing and slowly raises her head, with furrowed eyebrows. I chuckle with no humor evident, “or a highly classified narcissist with bipolar tendencies.”
She sighs with a dejected look. “I can’t classify you as a psychopath or sociopath,” she pauses, as if trying to find the right words to say. “What sets you aside from being either one is that the reason you went on a murder rampage is because of revenge for your dead friend.”
I raise my eyebrows and lean back on the uncomfortable metal chair provided in this prison.
She bites her bottom lip, “If you were a psychopath or sociopath, you wouldn’t feel the emotion of revenge and also, before your friend. . .”
“One minute until this visitation is over!” The psychiatrist jolts up from her seat with her hands over her chest. I laugh. I’m used to this type of yelling.
She starts to pack her files, and the notebook into her bag. I watch every movement and lean forward.
“I will finish my diagnostics next week,” She says with a tight smile. “For now, until next time Miss Aconite Karlatos.”
I space off and nod. “Until next time, Doctor Mahealani Akachi.”
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Only the prologue will be published until further notice. Will start publishing weekly chapters towards the end of this year or the beginning of next year.
Trigger Warning:
Please be advised, this story is not for the faint hearted and does depict violence, abuse, and sexual assault. If you cannot handle this, do not read further.
