Psychopathic Tendencies

"Jake was first, then Jinxx. I didn't mean to... They just got in my way. They tried to protect him. Can you believe that? My supposed 'best friends' tried to protect my arch enemy. I was alone on the bus with him, with Johnnie. I was so close! If that damned Jake hadn't walked in. He spotted the dead security guard outside you see. Barging in like he was superman, here to save the day. Oh but I put him in his place, yes I did. All it took was one quick swipe across his throat and he was coughing and spurting blood like nothing else. That's when Johnnie screamed. Huh, imagine that. A grown man screaming like a girl, like he'd never seen blood before. 'What are you doing?' he cried. 'You're crazy, you're crazy' he said to me, the nerve of him. Me crazy? I'm not crazy. All this 'crazy' business just about set me off, I charged at him. That's when Jinxx showed up. Fucking Jinxx. I couldn't get a bit of privacy. He stood in between us. He stood between me and my revenge. He called for me to stop but he didn't understand. I had to do it. I had to get rid of Johnnie and then everything would go back to normal. I had to. It was when Jinxx called me crazy that I really flipped. My best friend. Protecting my nemesis and calling me crazy. What did I do to deserve this? What have I done? My whole life has been a series of unfortunate events, leading up to this very moment. Leading up to me sitting in this cell, talking to you, never to feel the warmth of your skin. I'm not crazy Charlie-Lynn. You know that, right? You know I'm not crazy"
I smiled at my patient.
"I know, Andy. I know" I said.
He sighed a breath of relief and smiled, sitting back in his chair.
*
In the weeks that followed I visited Andy four times a week for hour long sessions. It soon became clear to me that Andy, although often described as a raging, homicidal madman was actually a tortured soul crying out for love and acceptance. A lost, injured child trying to turn his dream of being a famous rock star into a reality.
And there as always was the self-righteous Johnnie, determined to make life miserable for my angel.
"Yes I admit it. As unprofessional as it sounds I have fallen in love with my patient. Pretty crazy huh?"
"Not at all" Andy said through the glass.
"When two people have an undeniable connection, nothing can stand between it. Not labels, not silly professions, not even 5 inches of glass" he continued.
I smiled and looked into his blue, sunken eyes. I pressed my hand upon the glass, as did he.
"Someday" I said, "Someday we will feel eachothers hands. Someday we will be together and nothing will keep us apart" I continued.
"When, Doc?" he asked "When are you going to tell them I'm not crazy?"
I sat back in my chair and sighed.
"It's not that easy. If I tell them you're not crazy you'll be tried as sane, which means you'll more than likely get the death penalty. I can't take that risk. But, if I tell them you're insane.. you'll stay here, in this cell for the remainder of your life" I could feel bubbles of tears rising in my eyes. I quickly wiped them away.
"Then you have to break me out" said Andy sternly.
"What?" I asked, confused and upset.
"You have to help me get out of here, Charlie-Lynn. If I'm faced with the choice of staying here for the rest of my life or going to the electric chair, I choose breaking out and living life with you" he was excited now, leaning forward in his chair, knee bouncing up and down.
"Oh Andy, it seems like a great idea but it's very implausible.."
"Implausible on my own, yes. But now I have someone on the outside! I have help! For the first time in years, I'm not alone, Doc. Please don't leave me like they all did. Please don't leave me to rot in this cell or fry in that chair"
I gazed into his excited, blue eyes. How could I let anything bad happen to my angel? I couldn't bear to see him suffer.
"Okay, I'll help you" I agreed.
And so we planned. We counjured up a plan to save my Mr. B.

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