I walk up to my front door and dig threw my jean pockets looking for the stupid key. My body freezes when I hear a twig snap behind me. I close my eyes and, like an idiot, I don't move as a set of heavy footsteps get closer and closer.
"Excuse me, are you, Miss. Suzanna Julia?" A confident, but quiet voice asks. I slowly turn around to see a middle-aged man in a white doctor's coat.
"Y-Yes, I'm Suzanna. Why?" I ask hesitantly.
"Are your parents home?"
"Why?" I ask again. He rubs his face and avoids eye contact, just like my father did this morning. "I asked you a question mister," I ask a little forceful. Just as he's about to speak, my parents silver Lexus pulls into the driveway.
"Excuse me," my father says aggressively as he steps in between us.
"Forgive me, but I'm doctor John Harrison. I was put in charge of the Kizoku case." I watch as my parents tense up.
"Kizoku? Who's Kizoku?" I ask confused. The doctor looks at me his eyes wide.
"You never told her," he whispers.
"Told me what!" I shout getting annoyed.
"Suzanna would you please go inside with your mother."
"I want some god damn answers!" I shout fed up with them acting like I'm wasn't there.
"Suzanna! Do as I said!" He shouts. I snatch the keys from him and unlock the door. I slap the keys down onto the coffee table and storm up to my room.
"Suzanna!" My mother calls after me chasing me up the stairs.
"I don't want to talk until you guys explain what's going on!"
"Suzu, please, " she begs. I put in my earphones and block everything out.
I wake up to my mother gently shaking my shoulder.
"Yeah?" I asked still half asleep.
"Sweetheart you're going to be late to school," she says softly. I nod my head and snuggle back into my pillow. "Come on, I make your favorite," she bribes.
"You made chocolate chip pancakes?"
"Homemade and just for you."
"Bribery will get you everywhere," I say throwing off the covers and sleepily running down the stairs.
"Be careful!" She shouts as I stumble.
"Waa!" I shout failing my arms as I lose my balance on the stairs. "Safe!" I shout regaining my balance. I look up after hearing a soft chuckling. "You're the guy from last night."
"Forgive me for last night, I did not mean to frighten you," he sighs, with a guilty look in his old brown eyes.
"It's okay I guess. So are you here to explain things to me or not?"
"If it's alright with your parents." I look at my dad with pleading eyes.
"Please daddy?" I ask with my puppy dog eyes.
"Fine," he sighs unable to resist.
"Thank you!" I shout hugging him.
"It happened fifteen years ago," he begins, "over on Willow street. A six-year-old boy, Alexander Cornelius Kizoku, murder his stepfather in his sleep. A neighbor woke up to the boy's mother screaming bloody murder. So the neighbor called the police, who found the boy wearing a fox mask covered in blood holding one of his deceased father's Japanese short swords."
"Wait, did you say fox mask?" I ask suddenly terrified.
"Yes, why?" I feel all the blood drain from my face.
"Suzanna?" My father asks concerned.
"Was the mask white with red lines by the eyes, and a red line going up into a circle on the forehead? With cloudy looking ears?" I ask on the verge of tears.
"How did you!" The doctor asks with a strange, concern or maybe guilt, look in his eyes.
"Suzanna, have you seen him?" My father asks, his voice tense. All I could do was nod. My mother rubs my shoulders trying to comfort me.
"I think you should stay home today sweetie." My father nods agreeing with her.
"Miss Suzanna, could you tell me where you saw him?" Dr. Harrison asks.
"Two days ago after school, he was standing across the street watching us."
"Us?" The doctor asks.
"Me, Maria, and Patrica." "How come this is the first time I'm hearing of this?" I ask looking at my parents. I don't look at me.
"He broke out of the sanitarium three days ago," he says changing the subject.
"Why did he come back here, of all places?" I ask.
"He came back for the only person who was ever nice to him, you."
"W-What? I've never even heard of an Alexander Kizoku." "You must have me mistaken with someone else, right?" I ask looking at my parents, pleading.
"When you were a little girl," my mother starts, "there was this boy, you followed him everywhere. You would always give him flowers from our garden, you knew his favorite flowers were blue daisies. We could tell he liked you from the way he would always watch you, but we always thought it was a school boy's crush and nothing more," she explains.
"Why have I never heard of any of this?" I ask as tears roll down my face. "What you guys are telling me is that, if anyone dies because of him, that it's my fault."
"What no! That's not what we're saying!" My mother shouts tears swelling up in her eyes.
"I'm the reason he broke out! That makes it my fault!" I look at the floor in shame as tears continue to roll down my cheeks and drop onto the wooden floor.
"Suzu," my mom whispers as she hugs me.
"Is there anything I can do to help put him away?" I ask looking up at Dr. Harrison, as I wipe my wet cheeks.
"No!" My father shouts. "It's too dangerous," he says as he places his hand on my mother's shoulder.
"And leaving him out there isn't?" I shouted looking at him with disbelief in my eyes.
"I won't let you," he says protectively.
"In a few days I'll be eighteen, a legal adult," I threaten. Too ashamed to look at them I turn around and walk towards the front door.
"Suzanna!" He shouts as I open the door.
"I have to go to school," I shout as the door closes behind me.
I sit down and look out the window, and I see him, standing behind a tree not too far away. I stare at him for a while, I look at his dark black hair, and his cold dark grey eyes, his rough light pink lips, the small dimple on the left side of his mouth.
I look away when Ms. Jeffery enters as she sets her bag down on her desk and says.
"Now I hope everyone did their homework," she says placing her bag down on her desk. I look back out the window, but find he already gone. "So the question I left everyone with was, can a psychopath truly be in love with someone. Does anyone have an answer? Yes, Lucy?"
"The answer is no, according to Perpetua Neo, a psychologist, and therapist who specializes in DTPs 'Narcissists, psychopaths, and sociopaths do not have a sense of empathy, they do not have nor will develop a sense of empathy, so they can never really love anyone.' So my answer is no."
"Very good, now does anyone's opinion clash with Lucy's?" "Yes, Madison?"
"My answer is also no, but, there are cases when a psychopath has an attachment disorder that makes them believe they love a person when they really don't."
"Very good. Now today we will be moving on to the next chapter." I open my textbook and begin to read.
The little boy enters the back room his father used for skinning and slowly drags his sword over the fawn's soft brown fur and begins to skin it, just like his father taught him when they would go hunting. He remembers his real father his dark grey eyes, his dark black hair, his smile when he taught him how to handle a real sword. He peels the skin back and begins to remove the edible meat. He starts a small fire outside the cabin and cooks the meat. He hangs the fur on a drying rack next to the fire and looks at it.
He looks up and his eyes connect with the eyes of a wolf. The wolf begins to whine and looks at the boy's meat. The boy motions the wolf to come closer. The wolf sits down in front of the boy, and he pets the wolf muddy fur.
"Your fur is really nice," he whispers. His hands slowly move to its neck and the boy's grip tightens until the light from the wolf's eyes disappears. The boy closes his eyes and listens. "Beautiful, your last sound was beautiful," he mumbles as a smile graces his young face. He cuts the wolf's tail off and ties it to his waist, with a tendon he cut off the wolf, making it look as though the boy has a tail. He then takes out a mask and puts it on his face.
The bell rings and I slowly walk up to Ms. Jeffery.
"Excuse me, Ms. Jeffery?"
"Yes, what is it, Suzanna?" She asks.
"Why does he wear a mask?" She looks at me for a moment.
"Why do you ask?"
"If he is a psychopath we would very high self-esteem. So it doesn't make sense that he would hide his face," I slowly respond. She sighs.
"You will find out later, okay, I don't wish to ruin it."
"I see, thank you, and sorry for wasting your time," I say rubbing the back on my neck.
"You didn't waste my time, you had a question and I'm here to answer my students' questions," she says smiling sweetly. I return her smile before leaving her classroom.
"Mr. Daniels, have you seen Kyle?" I look over and watch Madison talking to Mr. Daniels.
"No, I haven't," he says shaking his head.
"I haven't seen him since yesterday and I'm worried. He never misses school," she says emphasizing never.
"Maybe he got sick," he says trying to get her to go away.
"He would have told me!" She shouts getting annoyed.
"Why don't you try to call him?" He says rubbing his forehead.
"Don't you think I already tried that!" She says still shouting.
"What about his parents?" He sighs.
"Probably too busy getting high to notice anything," she scoffs.
"I'm sorry there isn't anything I can do."
"Please Madison, calm down." She huffs and stomps off. "I do not get paid enough for this shit," he mumbles.
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