How it feels
All of a sudden, she felt ill-at-ease and raised her eyes. She heard the footsteps of the psychologist in the corridor. It was her turn. She followed him in his office. The atmosphere was heavy and she was sweating. A hood was hiding her face. She sat on a chair in front of the doctor. A desk was separating them.
“Hello, Mrs.…? asked the man.
- My name isn’t important, said brutally the woman.
- Alright… So, what’s the matter? Continued the psychologist, uncomfortable.
- I thought about something very interesting last week, and now, every time I think about it, I feel like I need to try it, I feel like I have to do it.
- Huh. And what did you think of last..."
The woman stood up quickly before he has time to finish his sentence. The psychologist looked at her, afraid. She got around the desk and went in front of the man. She took a kitchen knife from one of her pocket and started to do one of those terrible smiles. The psychologist, terrified, could not move his body. He was stuck on his chair, in front of this monster. The woman went to the door and locked it. Then, she came back and sat on the psychologist, overlapping him. She took the right hand of the man and starting playing with the blade of her weapon on it. Little wounds started to appear. His blood was flowing gently. The woman breathed deeply. She finally was about to do it.
"So, Mr. Wilson, what do you think about that ?
- H.. How do d-do you know my name ?
- I know a lot of things about you. Your name is Edward Wilson, you are 42, you live 7, Bleecker Street in Manhattan with your wife, Mary Wilson and your two children, Alice and Thomas. Do you want me to continue ?" she said with her creepy smile.
Mr. Wilson looked at her, shocked. He wanted to say something, to move his body, to escape this psychopath. But he could not.
"Well, I've played enough. Let's end this consultation. So, what was your question, doctor ?
- I...I.. My question w-was: what d-did you think o-of last week..?
- Last week, I wondered..."
The woman didn't finish her sentence. She brutally stabbed Mr. Wilson in the stomach. And then, she stabbed him again, and again, and again... Mr. Wilson started to cough up blood. The woman finally finished her sentence starring him dying slowly: "I wondered how it feels to kill someone."