“I know you are happy to see me alive, Charin!” the man chaffed at the girl bound to the white hospital bed.
“I would like to kill you for what you did to me but I have a better punishment for you dear” he continued as his fingers held her chin.
“Now say hello to your new home”
“Where am I?” she asked in apprehension.
“Mental Asylum! Because you are not the Charin whom I adopted and played with” he stated with a smirk whispering the latter part “you are the Charin who committed a murderous assault on her Foster parents because she is a psychopath” he finally said as he started walking back out of the room.
“No” she said with her eyes widen, “No, you can’t do this to me Allison. Allison! “
She tried stopping his retreating figure but her hands were tied to the bed. She screamed “Come back you bastard! Somebody stop him, please! Allison!”
Miss Yumi woke up abruptly, her breath heavy, her body sweating profusely. It took her a minute to realize that she was having a bad dream. A bad dream about Charin. “Shit not again” she cursed in a breathy tone as her hands massaged her forehead.
Miss Yumi took her patients oh so seriously for her own good. It had always been the case that whenever she heard about the ordeals of her patients, she visualized them in her dreams that very night. Surely, the ritual tormented her but it never exhausted her will to help her patients.
Finally, calming down a bit, she reached for the bedside clock. It showed 3 in the morning. Sighing she stood up from her bed and settled down on the study table to resume her professional work.
The moment she sat down on her study, her gaze fell on the intricate patterns which the shadow of her windows was making on her walls. They immediately reminded her of Charin. Beautiful but superfluous in detail. Something so aesthetic to look at for the first time but the attempt to observe the details will hurt your head.
She got lost in her thoughts so much so that she forgot to even switch on the lamp and to notice when her hand started clicking the pen out of habit. Her mind began rewinding the conversations she had with Charin in the past few days, scrutinizing them layer by layer, applying all sorts of logic to decide what to believe and what not to.
"I don’t know how and why I came into this world but as long as I remember my life started in an orphanage. It was a sweet childhood even though we had not many resources to waste. At least I was safe and sound there, for the first and last time in my life. I was 12 years old when a couple came there for adoption. It was the day my life took a turn for the worse.
That couple was one of the minister’s son and bride Mr. James Allison and Mrs. Rosa Allison. They chose me. It was after I started living with them that I came to know that they didn’t need a child to adopt but a child to serve the pedophile Mr. James. I was chained and raped and what not they did to me. I was used and ruined beyond repair. I used to think how I will kill them once I would be free and the day came.
Allisons became careless and one day they left me uncuffed. It was past 9 ‘o’ clock in the evening and there wasn’t any servant present in the house. I picked up the vase from the room I was chained into and quietly went downstairs. I saw Mrs. Allison cooking in the kitchen when I hit her head with the vase. The bitch was strong since the blow only pushed her onto the floor without much damage to her head. Before she could get up, I picked up a big kitchen knife and deformed her beautiful face with it. I was so angry and happy at the same time since it was the first time the woman was at my mercy. I decided to avenge all evils she did to me so I picked up the salt and threw it over her wounded face. The screams that left her throat were satisfying for me, it reminded me of my screams of agony when she used to restrain me. I chopped her fingers and stuffed them into her mouth. She died, I don’t know whether she choked on her bloody fingers or she succumbed to her injuries.
I was enjoying the scene when the door bell rang. It was Mr. Allison. I picked up the blood stained knife from the floor, hid it behind me and with my free hand I opened the door. Allison was surprised that I attended the door but soon he entered inside with a Cheshire grin. I shut the door and he threw whatever things he held in his hand before he crashed his lips on mine.
I was aware that I wouldn’t be getting out of there alive if I would harm him in any way because just on the other side of the door, were his bodyguards standing like dogs. They would shoot me right on the spot. But nothing of that sort mattered to me, my mind was screaming only one thing, to kill the demon in front of me and I obliged. He was kissing me when my knife sliced his stomach and he released me. His painful scream brought the men on the other side to our side of the door. It was too much for me that I fainted finally.
When I woke up I was lying in a hospital bed and Allison was standing in front of me. That bastard survived, his stomach wound was dressed up."
It was the hospital scene, which Miss Yumi had just now dreamt about. Again leaving a sigh, Miss Yumi began recalling the rest of the conversation.
"That time I didn’t understand why he admitted me in this asylum as a psychopath but slowly it was becoming clear to me why. It would be impossible for me to come out of asylum once I was recorded as the most feared of the insane - the psychopath. Nobody would believe my story especially when it involved a man in power. Also I did kill his wife and attacked him.
I was 15 when I was brought here and now I am 20. Five years of my youth I have wasted here and how many more years are going to be wasted I don’t know. Maybe I am going to waste my entire life here among these insane people. But the more time I am spending here, the more I feel these insane are less of a danger than the demons in disguise roaming outside freely."
I must give it to Allison; he knew what he was doing. Killing Charin would have been too lenient on her. What’s worse than rotting in an asylum! Infact when you are a declared psychopath who is accused of killing someone, there is no way he or she would be given a chance at rehabilitation. He would be kept in the asylum forever in the name of protecting the society.
Charin’s story sure horrified me but I am not surprised. Ministers with such dark private lives are a norm now days. Allison is just another addition to them. Miss Yumi thought.
Now about Charin I don’t know. I was convinced? I wasn’t? It’s complicated. If I go by the logic it sounds all convincing as is the case with every psychopath – good storytellers. If I recall her body language and face she comes up as cold and expressionless. It may have been the result of her ordeals. Whose mind after all will work normally after such a tragedy? Yet if I recall her other encounters with me she appears to be everything but a victim.
“What are you gawking at lady?” asked Charin to Miss Yumi who was staring at the former for a quite a while now. The girl was sprawled lazily on her asylum bed with her hands under her head while her eyes burned the ceiling.
“Your lips! They are ethereal, naturally pure blood red!” Miss Yumi replied in awe.
The innocent lips soon turned evil as a smirk made its way to them before the owner moved her head to face Miss Yumi. “Envious much? Why so? You are quite pretty yourself! Charin said sincerely but that sincerity was soon gone as she continued “Oh I got it! I am prettier” Charin teased chuckling before she turned back her gaze to the ceiling.
Miss Yumi on the other hand rolled her eyes at the girl’s cockiness. ‘Though Charin is right’ she thought as her lips pouted a little.
“You’re fun to tease.” Charin giggled.
“But on a serious note, I see you are checking me out quite a lot lately.” Charin again spoke up as she sat up on her bed to be face to face with Miss Yumi.
“I am not checking you out. I am observing my patient.” Miss Yumi countered.
Smirking again at her reply, Charin leaned into Miss Yumi as her fingers made way to the latter’s chin, lifting it a bit so that both of them could feel each other’s breath on their face. “I doubt it is just professional” Charin remarked.
“What do you mean?” Miss Yumi whispered both intimidated and enticed by the proximity.
“What I mean is that maybe you are attracted to me, Miss Yumi Chan!”
A remark which made Miss Yumi blush even in the present. She can’t deny the aura and seduction which Charin exhibits.
But isn’t it one of the other traits of the psychopath?
Walking further down her memory lane, Miss Yumi recalled another encounter.
“This ring is beautiful. Your boy friend is lovely I must say” Charin said as she caressed the ring in Miss Yumi’s finger.
“How do you know?” asked Miss Yumi a little surprised.
“Oh come on! My living in asylum doesn’t mean I don’t know what goes in the outside world” Charin winked.
“So tell me about him. How is he? What does he do?”
“He is a wonderful man. He is a professor in a college.” replied Miss Yumi with dreamy eyes.
“I can see, you are so in love with him”
At which Miss Yumi nodded.
“Then in that case I wonder if I can still rival him?” Charin thought out loud with a playful glint in her eyes which were staring into space.
“In what?” asked Miss Yumi puzzled, bringing Charin’s attention back on her.
“In getting your attention on me” Charin replied naughtily.
Was it supposed to mean some other way? Miss Yumi then thought in apprehension.
“Why?” she asked the girl.
Satisfied that Miss Yumi had caught on her meaning, Charin smiled a little before stating “Why?" the girl stared intensely into her eyes "Because I have caught quite a liking for you!”
A confession so seductively made that it made Miss Yumi’s heart skip a beat.
While the present Yumi held her head in frustration. No denying Charin was confusing as hell. Her demeanor changes in seconds. Surely, Miss Yumi found this human interesting but sometimes the confusion overwhelms her, making this interesting riddle a frustrating Rubik cube.
She was weighing her options when suddenly a thought crashed in her mind.
The Hare Psychopathy Checklist (PCL) is a diagnostic tool used to rate a person’s psychopathic or antisocial tendencies. People who are psychopathic prey ruthlessly on others using charm, deceit, violence or other methods that allow them to get with they want. The symptoms of psychopathy include: lack of a conscience or sense of guilt, lack of empathy,egocentricity, pathological lying, repeated violations of social norms, disregard for the law, shallow emotions, and a history of victimizing others.
Originally designed to assess people accused or convicted of crimes, the PCL-R consists of a 20-item symptom rating scale that allows qualified examiners to compare a subject’s degree of psychopathy with that of a prototypical psychopath. It is accepted by many in the field as the best method for determining the presence and extent of psychopathy in a person.
Where was Charin’s?
Without wasting a second, she stood up abruptly as she fumbled through her patients’ files before she got hold of Charin’s. Switching on the lamp, she hastily flipped the pages before she stopped on one. It had what she was looking for – Charin’s psychopathy checklist score. Hers was 30, a borderline score to augment Miss Yumi’s confusion. Now the woman sat there holding her head in stress.
The report might be forgery or it might not but it did send the warning signals in her mind. Miss Yumi realized that it would be too soon to let her guard down. Now was not the right time.
Not now. Not so soon.