Hi There, :3 … First, English is not my first language, I did this just to keep practicing my English and my writing. Originally it was in Spanish and I translated it into English. Don't judge me xD, I know that probably it have a lot of mistakes. But I'll be glad to clarify anything. If anyone wants me to continue let me know, review it… idk. If someone wants to help I'm open to suggestions, and I'll be glad to receive help.

- I think I killed someone. - Mila says awkwardly starring down at her hands, nervously, as if thousands of persons had their eyes over her. But it wasn't, she was only seen through the eyes of her psychiatrist the Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Who, to her surprise, wasn't impressed by all by the words of his patient. He just sat in his chair and grabbed his notebook with his pen while he limited to listen to her. When he did not say anything she felt even more nervous.

- This is just between us, right? – She asked

He nodded. - What happens in this room stays in this room, if not I would be violating the "doctor / patient" confidentiality. You, as a patient, are protected -.' Soaking his bottom lip while choosing his words carefully - you also told me that "you think", you haven't confess any crime. -

The awkward woman froze for a few seconds with her eyes looking directly at her psychiatrist, who was possibly the most peculiar man she has ever seen.

Lecter accompanied her in her silence and he also stared at her for a moment waiting to listen to her story. Rarely Dr. Lecter felt interested to listen to the problems of his patients, but this time he wanted to know more. Even he didn't understand why, but there was something about her that captivated him pretty quickly. And one of those things was her scent, the other one, her claim.

Although the woman was wearing the scent of a cheap perfume, he could perceive beyond that. Mixed with the scent of roses and jasmine with notes of musk there was the note that most fascinated him and awakened an appetite deep inside of him. A note of blood.

First he assumed that the odor could be from the loads of her menstrual flow. But no, the smell was identifiable, it was a peculiar odor, it has to be dried blood, he thought. It was a smell too familiar to him; it was the smell of death itself. That fascinated him, and unconsciously made him give a slight smile to the woman.

A rare slight movement on his lips that she passed as a smile, even though it made her blush, it made her feel a little comforted. But still she didn't know how to begin. Thus the Doctor decided to push a little more.

- Start by telling me, why you 'think' and you are not certain of what you just said?

- Because I do not remember.

- Then why are you telling me this if you are not sure, Mila?

Mila did not know how to say it despite the confidentiality. She thought that possibly since is something serious he would call the police.

- I don't know - she hesitated - I ... –

Mila – he frowns – If you don't tell me what's wrong, it will be impossible for me to help you.

Listen – she clears her throat – days ago, at morning I woke up with my hands full of blood, even my face – she moves her trembling hands up to her face covering it for a moment. He noticed how her nails were still with some blood. That confirmed him that she wasn't fine, but that actually she was telling the truth.

And since that I realized that my husband disappeared.

Lecter arched his eyebrows simulating surprise, since such things, like, violence or deaths were too common for him to feel any awe. But a case like this rarely happened with a so he felt curiosity. And without any reason, he wanted to help her.

-I assume you don't remember anything about the event, right? If not, you wouldn't be here sitting in front of me talking.

-That's correct…

- Have you informed the police of the disappearance of your husband?

- No...

He settled back in his chair again and then after clearing his throat he said:

- Tell the police as soon as possible.

She opened her eyes and arching her eyebrows. - You're telling me? ... - Raises the tone - To tell the police everything...? –

- Report his disappearance. Or you will be the suspect -

- But then, what about the blood?

- Since you don't remember what happened, limit yourself to talk about his disappearance. You are not lying; the reality is that you do not know where he is.

The woman's eyes turned a little watery, when in fact she was not crying. But she was very nervous, talking about something she never thought she would, with someone she barely knew, and he was more willing to help than she ever expected.

I suppose you're right - she hesitated for a second and then she replied.

Lecter without saying anything else, stood.

- Follow Me, Mila. -

She nodded, and followed him, until he guided her to his kitchen. He nodded pointing to the kitchen sink. She didn't understand for a moment, but then he opened the palm of his hand asking for hers.

She placed her hand over his large palm which in comparison was much larger than hers. He began to run the water and pulled the trembling woman hand cautiously, slowly, and took her under the water, she instinctively moved her other hand to water, he did the same. His fingers moved strategically to begin cleaning the blood from the fingernails of that temptation which was in with him in kitchen. Who was so weak, shaking like a frightened deer, so fragile and so tempting... and with a distinctive aroma.

As his hands touched hers, he felt a desire to have her over his table, to devour her ... make her be just for him… But it was too soon, so he contained himself and his the impulse caused by his hunger that was claiming her, craving her.

- You are suffering lacunar amnesia. In your mind there is just one gap. Possibly, due to a traumatic event.

- So ... maybe I did or saw something, that gave me a trauma?

- It's a possibility. But there is also the possibility that you...

- That I killed him ...

- Or maybe you just found the body… But we shouldn't jump to conclusions.. Actually you may be even acting differently than you were before that specific event... We call this ' Fugue State ' .- Lecter had noticed he was holding the woman's hands more than he should and realized that her slender fingers were completely clean.

You are telling me that maybe I…-

He interrupts her

Like I said, we shouldn't jump to conclusions . – Lecter grabs a small towel and helps the woman to dry her hands, as if she couldn't do it, he just assisted her - I'm just giving my medical perspective, Miss Walker. - He replied with a charming smile.

But none of this tells me anything ... And I feel that I actually did it... and... and...

He sighed and quickly threw the towel aside, and took one of the woman's hands and locked it between his.

-I will help you remember, Mila. -The psychiatrist said, thinking that this is something interesting, and rarely there's a case like this between the patients. And the banquet before him had to wait a little longer until he sates the appetite of knowing a bit more.