The Mass Murderer Who Loved Me

Chapter 1..

This book is unedited.. So u may came across some grammer errors.. But overall enjoy the story..! :)

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I sat in the office, across from my psychiatrist. My parents sat beside me. My mother, with that stern cold emotionless look on her face, and my dad looking worried.

"I think St. James' would be a very good place for your daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Kirk." Said Dr. Skinner. My psychiatrist.

"Can you explain this place again to us please?" my mother asked, in her cold shrill voice, that sounded like nails on a chalk board to me.

"Certainly." Said my doctor slowly.

"St. James' School for Troubled Teens, is a high school that helps students with problems like Jo's."

"Josephine." My mother corrected.

My name is Josephine, but I hated it. Anyone who had any manners at all called me Jo. My mother only called me Josephine.

"What exactly is Jo's problem?" My father asked. God, where they both that clueless? I wondered.

They sent me to these sessions, with Dr. Skinner twice a week, and they still didn't even understand why?

"She suffers from a severe case of depression." Said the doctor.

"Well, why won't the medication work?" My mom asked angrily. "I'm paying for this medication, and I want it to work. Now you're telling me I'm going to have to pay to have my daughter take pills AND get sent off to a funny farm of a boarding school?"

"It's not a funny farm, Mrs. Kirk." Said the doctor angrily.

It made me smile to see him have to deal with my parents. I could picture him thinking 'No wonder this girl is screwed up! Look at what she has to deal with!'.

"It's a very wonderful institution that helps young people work through their problems when no one else can."

"Why can't you?" My mother asked. "I'm paying you, why can't you fix her?"

"She doesn't need to be 'fixed' Mrs. Kirk," Said Skinner, "She just needs assistance. She needs some understanding."

"I don't want the assistance." I said, speaking my first words aloud. "I don't want to go." I stared at the scars on my wrists. I don't even want to be here, now, I thought. I just want to be gone from here completely.

"I know you don't want to do it," said Skinner, "but trust me, you'll like it once you get there. They kids are like you, and you will make friends."

I stared at him indifferently. Me? Make friends? Dream on, Skinner.

"And you'll get out of your house." He added, with a small smile. I grinned. Maybe Skinner was right about St. James' in that case.....

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And it all starts with a new school. My parents and I piled into our car.

"I can't believe this!" My mother shouted angrily. "Everyone is so incompetent!" she shouted.

"Honey, calm down." Said my dad in exasperation.

"Calm down!?" She sputtered. "Look at what's happening to Josephine, and you want me to calm down? I think you're a little to calm. Josephine is getting sent off to some mental hospital! This is not a time to be in a calm frame of mind!"

"I'm still in the car....." I said softly. My dad looked in the rear view mirror and stared at me, with a look that said 'I'm sorry'.

"Sorry, baby." My mom said, in that tone that suggests she's not sorry, so much as she's fed up.

"It's alright." I said. Even if it wasn't.

"I can't believe Dr. Skinner said we have to send you there in only one week!" said my mother, "One week, and then..." I'm free! I thought giddily. ".....you're in a prison."

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