21st Century

”Another boring day at school, the teacher passes out papers while the students watch another boring video. Its always like this in second period. Videos, notes, classwork, and quizzes. Every day, the same thing. If only I could just leave this school, this town. Just get away and have an adventure. Maybe then, I will feel complete. ” I tell my therapist.

He asked how my day was. So, I described my second period. If he believes me, then damn, Im a great bullshitter. Because absolutely none of that was true. He should know by now that Im a compulsive liar. Im surprised he hasn diagnosed me with it, along with other things, but thats not important.

”So, you want to leave this town to feel complete? Thats new; youve never said anything that personal before. ” And there he goes, giving me that look, while being super sarcastic. Which means he doesn believe me. Good therapist, Ive taught you well.

Hes a new psycho therapist. Dave Thompson is twenty-four years old. Six months ago, I made my very lovely, Susan Evergreen, at the age seventy-six, go mad. Well, not exactly mad, just a little insane. I mean, she did the same thing over and over again, trying to get different results every freaking time. Now, isn that the definition of insanity? But on that day six months ago she finally snapped.

The next day they assigned me a new psycho therapist, like a new one, fresh out of the womb of college, a little psycho baby.

He was very nervous his first day with a psycho, it made me excited. He was new and I was his first patient. The worst of them all, got the new, scared, unknowing therapist. He didn know what was coming.


”You seem a little young to be a certified therapist. Especially a certified psycho therapist. How old are you? ” I ask leaning back and crossing my legs. He looked confused and leaned forward, resting his arms on the desk.

”Shouldn I be asking the questions? ” I sk at him and shook my head.

”No no, now answer my question. How old are you? You seem a little too young to do what you do. ” He sighs and leans back in his chair.

”Well, if you must know, Im twenty-four years old. I just moved here from Whales and my name is Dave Thompson. And I guess you are Myra Acker, the psychotic murder. The girl at age eleven, killed her parents and her younger siblings. ”

”No, you
e wrong. I didn kill anybody. But, since everyone believes this I guess I can tell you what that bastard did. The whole thing, not just snippets. ” I doubt hell believe me, but its worth a try.

”Okay, go ahead, Im listening. ” I take a deep breath and begin.

”Okay so, it was in November, a rather cold day, about three in the afternoon. I was watching my younger siblings, Michael, six months old, and Fay, five years old. Fay was sitting on the living room floor watching T.V. I was holding Michael as he slept. My parents were out working but would come home shortly. ” I stop, looking down at my hand, remembering what had happened that day.

”Its very difficult putting everything into words, so bare with me. ” He nodded for me to continue.

”I think it was around three-thirty when Fay kept bugging me about food. She wouldn shut up, making Michael wake up. So, I got up and told her to wait, she went back to watching T.V as I put Michael in his crib. I made Fay some spaghettios and told her to go eat at the dining room table. She sulked over there, not wanting to miss her kid show. But she complied and sat down eating her food. I went to check on Michael. When I got to his room I noticed that the door was shut, which is odd, I definitely left it open in case he woke up. ” I made eye contact with Dave and he looked amused.

”Yes, I know, very cliché, shut up. ” He shrugged, looking at his clock. I glanced at it, too, realizing its been thirty minutes. Ive never spent this much time talking. Well, I never told my side of this story.

”Anyways, I slowly open the door, trying to be quiet as possible. If someone was in there then I could either hear them escape or their feet shuffling trying to hide or something, you know? But it was silent. ” I take a breath before continuing.

”Okay, remember that this is around three in the afternoon, so its very bright, light everywhere. You wouldn be able to hide in the shadows. My mom doesn like the dark that much either, so she tries to put light where every dark place is. ” I explain. Shifting my position.

”Just reminding you, this is an hour long session, its been 45 minutes so far. ” He says in amusement as I glare at him.

”Do you want me to finish it my way or should I just go, aby brother was in room sleeping while Fay and Myra was in living room making him vulnerable, ten minutes later. BAM baby dead, Myra tries to stop killer, BAM Myra injured on the floor, BAM, Fay killed. Myra passed out as parents walk in. Killer ganks parents. Killer makes it look like older sister killed everyone and attempted to kill herself. ” I stop trying to control my breathing. Dave looked a little shocked, speechless by my ranting. ”I mean yeah, I could say it like that, but whats the fun in that? ” I say, shrugging.

”You know, you don have to tell me everything right now. You can take your time. ” I shook my head.

”No, if I don say it now itll never be said. Well, not my story anyways. So, I went into Michaels room and saw there was nothing wrong with anything. I went and picked him up and left the room. Then I heard Fay scream. I ran into the dining room and saw the killer stab her. Repeatedly. There was blood everywhere. Thats when Michael started crying. The killer twisted and looked at me with wide eyes like he didn know there was a baby or something. Thats when he jumped at us. I shielded Michael by turning, so my back/side was facing the killer. Thats when the knife went into my side. ” I flinch at the memory, grabbing my side.

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