Psycho Therapist

She’s not like the others.

They were just mannequins, eye candy. Something I browsed while window shopping - Peeping Tom style.

Not in a psycho way, not wanting to hurt them or anything like that. Just having a look-see after something drew me to the other side of town one night.

A feeling really. A feeling that grew into the bad habit of seeking out that feeling.

None of the others gave off a hint of that feeling and I’d almost given up.

Then I saw her.

Undressing in her bedroom and starting to feel herself in a way that I know means she belongs to me.

My arrest was swift, but I know she saw. At least, I hope she did. Saw what she does to me, how it makes me a certain way.

But after that night, I don't know if I’ll ever see her again.

My court-ordered psychiatrist is angling to make me out to be a monster, something that could see me someplace worse than jail if he has his way.

But when I find out the girl that caused all this is a patient of his, that he somehow thinks he can have her all to himself?

Well… I guess I kinda just… Snap. Stuffing the old bastard in a closet after wringing his neck, I’m none too surprised when his next patient arrives before I can make my escape.

What surprises me most is who his next patient is. What changes everything in a moment is that she’s found me, come to me all by herself.

Clever girl. My girl…

Will she recognize me? Will she believe I’m actually the psychiatrist she’s come to see or will she out me as the man who drove her to therapy in the first place?

Only one way to find out. But one thing’s for certain. She is the one, she is that feeling.

I will finish what she started that night. And she will be mine. It’s her destiny.