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Hi everyone reading this far, I love you! I know this story is a bit slow to start, but I'm trying to develop this character as much as possible.
Huge 'thank you' to anyone reading, following, or expressing even a little bit of interest because it motivates me to keep writing.
This chapter will be a short one, because I wanted to thank you all so much.
Stay amazing! XOXOXO -Improbable Dreamer
"This 'Mark' you mentioned," Yvonne Huntley rapped her pen against her black pencil skirt. "This would be Mark 'Solnick'?"
It was week four of the consultation, so far, she had made 3 different diagnosis of 'bipolar, insomnia, and borderline-personality disorder'. However, Huntley had scribbled these out as soon as they met paper, she just couldn't characterise Cat's mind.
"The one and only." Cat sang in reply, she was wearing her clothes inside-out as she said something about, 'they were so nice, the world should wear them too.'
Huntley believed she was making real progress with her patient, Cat's stories were now more detailed and she seemed to recount them as if they were happening all over again; and the way her eyes glazed over when she recounted, in her mind, they might've been.
"Mark Solnick? The case from 09?"
Cat began feverently nodding her head.
"The break in?"
"Yup." She popped the 'p'.
"The assault?"
"You said it."
"The double homicide?"
This time Cat stopped smiling, and started laughing.
"Well silly," she choked out between giggles. "We couldn't let that skank live."
Huntley took note of this strange and frightening reaction, it seemed that when talking about the crimes she committed, Cat reverted more than ever to the psychopath she was.
"What exactly did you do to that woman?"
The paper before her rendered a graphic murder, a bloody and inhumane act that Huntley couldn't imagine Cat to partake in, not the skinny girl singing as her chair spun in circles.
"Oh that," Cat said, waving her hands in a way that dared to suggest this killing was a trifle thing. "Well I'll give you a hint, if you bury a body under a dead dog, the police give you a 3-day head start."
Huntley swallowed the lump that involuntarily appeared in her throat, her palms grew oddly clammy as she recounted this. It was recorded that Mark and his wife had a Boston Terrier named 'Allie'.
"You sliced Mark's throat," there was a slight quiver in her voice as she recounted from the report, Cat made a hum of agreement.
"Hung him up and wrote 'laugh it off' on the wall, in blood."
There was a second hum, Cat's eyes grew strangely darker as she averted her gaze to the desk.
"And…killed the woman before burying her under the dog?"
This time Cat laughed again, the same odd blackness in her forest-green eyes. "Yvonne," she tutted, "I never said she was dead when we buried her."
One hour later, Yvonne Huntley was retching into a sink.