After our second session together Mr Owen walked me back to my room and allowed me to rest for the day, but I was by FAAARRR not in a resting state.
The first thing I did as soon as the door closed was - freak out.
I ran into my room throwing my shoes in every direction and frog jumped into the bed face-first onto a pillow.
What the hell!? What's happening to me?
I squeezed the pillow attempting to calm my burning cheeks.
For some reason, my body kept reacting unbecomingly to Jeff.
I felt that there might have been a deeper meaning behind his answer such as a memory from a traumatic past experience having resurfaced and yet...I could no longer speak. I couldn't question him further.
I was frozen...
But why does he have such a strong effect on me?
From the moment I first saw him, up until now.
Could I possibly...-
Enraged I bolted up and threw my fists at the poor pillow trying to punch out all these deviant ideas.
No way in hell!
I'd have to be unhinged!
Having wasted all my energy on the attack, I sunk into the bed and blankly stared at the ceiling.
...What am I even doing?
Why in the world am I acting like this...?
No matter, I will be leaving soon anyway…time for sleep.
I stood in an empty hallway.
I looked around.
The building appeared to be very old. Wallpaper was peeling away from the cracked walls which were on the verge of collapse and there was nobody around other than me and my shadow.
I felt alone.
Darkness crept closer to me. Engulfing me entirely.
I needed to get out, to get away from there! It was dangerous and yet...I was unwilling.
My body resisted my better judgement. . .
All of a sudden a rough force pulled me backwards against what felt like an ice-cold body and a strong arm gripped me, preventing escape.
I barely had any time to think when another hand snaked its way down my waist and…past it.
My eyes instantly shot down.
To my utter shock, a pale masculine hand stopped right in between my legs.
An unexpected yet pleasurable sensation traveled up my spine making me arch it.
I panicked.
I attempted to back away from the hand, but ended up pushing myself closer to the muscular frame behind me.
My eyes slowly trailed up the hand and the arm until I felt a hot whisper tickle my ear.
''Didn't I tell you…I have other plans for you.''
My heart jumped from the familiar voice.
It's…it's….him.
I felt something hard rub against my back.
An uncontrollable moan escaped my lips and my knees went weak.
It's him! It's him!
However, as suddenly as he appeared...he disappeared...leaving me all alone in the darkness.
I awoke with a start.
I couldn't believe the dream I'd just seen!
Involuntary waves of hotness and embarrassment flooded my body...as well as disappointment.
That was the first time I truly realized...that something was going very very wrong. . .
. . .
Shaking off the disturbing thought I got out of bed and proceeded to take a long shower.
The warm water helped to carry my worries away.
Feeling refreshed I started getting dressed, but this time I was much more aware of my appearance and all its flaws. I tried my best to look as decent as possible.
When I was finally satisfied, I left the bedroom and waited for Mr Owen outside the door.
This would be my third session with Jeff.
With any luck I might be able to get some information out of him however, so far that hasn't been going all that well. All I've learnt is that he pretty much likes to kill and dislikes people.
And then there's that weird dream I saw…
I sighed.
''What's with the grumpy look so early in the morning?'' Mr Owen's cheerful voice approached me.
''Morning sir. I was just wondering if my sessions with Jeff have been any help…because it doesn't feel that way'' I admitted.
''OC. Jeff is the most challenging patient I've met in my entire career, the fact alone that he is finally somewhat cooperating with us is progress'' he assured and I nodded feeling a little bit better about the situation.
Mr Owen started walking down the corridor and I followed.
What he says is true.
I'm not a professional psychologist nor do I have any connection with Jeff other than that once incident.
It's highly unlikely that I'll be able to help him in any way…
The best I can do right now is to follow instructions and avoid trouble until the month is over.
''Oh! That reminds me!'' Mr Owen spoke up ''before today's session I will take you to the canteen. Patients who've demonstrated reasonable behaviour are occasionally taken there to socialise and today it just so happens to be Jeff's turn.''
This piqued my interest.
''Isn't that dangerous?''
''It is, but they are kept under constant surveillance so incidents are very rare. Plus, patients are more prone to opening up to others like themselves you see.''
''I understand.''
I had previously visited a canteen in one of the bottom floors and it had indeed proven to be a good way to converse with patients, I suspect it won't be as easy with A class criminals though.
Either way, this should be interesting.
We arrived at a spacious room.
It looked like any normal canteen with the exception of multiple cameras and guards positioned in every corner of the room.
''Here we are. Jeff doesn't seem to be here yet so feel free to look around. You can grab something to eat if you like. I'll seek you out once he arrives'' Mr Owen said and then excused himself.
He walked over to a nearby table and sat next to one of the patients. I watched as he easily began a conversation. I couldn't help but admire him…
''Get out of the way'' a feminine voice barked.
I spun around to find a girl standing behind me, holding a tray of food.
I remember her! She's patient 166 Jane Arkensaw!
''O-oh s-sorry'' I stuttered and quickly moved aside.
She rolled her eyes and made her way over to an empty table.
If I remember correctly, Mr Owen mentioned that she may hold a past connection with Jeff…if that's really the case I should go talk to her.
I swallowed and decided to give it a go. I walked over to her table and spoke.
''Would it be ok for me to sit here?''
She ignored me.
''I'll take that as a yes.''
I plopped down on the seat in front of her.
She was eating a strawberry yogurt.
To my dismay that's when my stomach decided to gurgle really loudly.
''Oops. I f-forgot to have breakfast…'' I gave an uncomfortable laugh clutching my stomach.
Jane wordlessly grabbed a banana from her tray and held it in front of me.
I took it from her with a quiet thank you and began to eat it. I almost choked from happiness though.
Once I finished the banana I spoke again.
''Thank you, I got the impression you didn't like me at first.''
''Oh don't misunderstand. I don't fucking like you at all, you just piss me off as all.''
''B-but why?''
''That's exactly why! You stutter and act like you're stupid. It reminds me of myself before-'' she stopped herself.
There was no going back though! This was so different from my conversations with Jeff, I couldn't believe how quickly she opened up to me. I couldn't let this chance pass by!
''Before what?''
''Wouldn't you like to know…'' Jane huffed and grabbed her tray getting up.
I followed her.
''Please tell me. Why are you here?''
''I'm here because I'm a murderer, or are you really that ignorant?''
''No. I mean, why did you become one?''
She came to an abrupt stop almost making me collide with her and turned around glaring straight at me.
I waited for her to speak, but her eyes slowly moved to my left.
Her glare intensified.
''That's why…'' she growled and I turned my head following her line of vision. In the distance I noticed none other than Jeff standing in the doorway with nurses holding him.
''So it's true then? You know Jeff?'' I wondered.
''Hmph. The only part of me he'll ever have the pleasure of knowing is the sharp end of my knife'' she spoke putting her tray away ''why are you so curious anyway?''
''I'm-''
''-Here you are OC!'' I was interrupted by Mr Owen '' I was going to tell you that Jeff has arrived, but I see you waste no time'' he laughed ''greetings to you Jane.''
''I hope this is the day you're finally putting that bastard down Owen'' Jane snarled. It was painfully obvious that whatever relationship she previously had with Jeff wasn't a positive one...
''Sorry Jane, but it's quite the contrary. You may not believe it, but ever since he started having sessions with OC he has become more social. I think at this rate we might even see some progress'' Mr Owen said.
Jane exploded into loud high-pitched laughter.
''You've got to be kidding me. He's a monster! I'm willing to bet anything that if you take off his straitjacket and leave him alone with this scrawny bitch he'll kill her in seconds!'' she borderline screamed.
Mr Owen stayed silent while I felt offended at having been called a bitch.
''He already had a chance to kill me once before, but he didn't do it'' I pointed out with a frown.
Jane's laughter instantly died down.
She took a step closer to me and grabbed my face pulling me towards her.
''Reaaally? Then prove it to me. Prove. To. Me. that he has regained even the slightest bit of his humanity and I will tell you every single detail about how I came to know him'' she bargained.
''I-it's not m-my choice!'' I sputtered.
''Well what do you say then, old man?'' she looked at Mr Owen squeezing my cheeks harder.
''First let go of her Jane''
She complied releasing me from her iron grip.
''I'll need to discuss this with others…OC it is best if you return to your room for the day, I will contact you before the day is over'' he said and then walked away.
Jane suddenly grabbed me once again wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace.
One of the guards instantly pointed his gun at her, its red laser aimed straight at where her heart was.
Alarmed, I tried to pry her away from me, but she only hung on tighter.
''W-w-what are you doing!?'' I exclaimed ''the guards are aiming at you! You're going to get shot!''
Not knowing what else to do, I crossed my arms in an X position over her back to try and stop the guard.
She chuckled and her grip relaxed.
''As I thought…you're a weird one'' she said fully releasing me ''in this situation you should've been worried about yourself, not me…''
She was instantly grabbed and dragged away by the guards.
Only then did I notice that she was holding a steel fork in one of her hands…
I stood there, completely confused.
Does this mean I have to walk back to my room on my own?
. . .
