I was a bad person.
A bad person with a bad and sick mind.
I mean I realize what I am and it disgusts me. It disgusts me and I hate myself for it.
I hate myself so so much. What kind of demon am I ?
What kind of sick mind do I seem to own?
It was those words that I thought to myself as I sat at the couch.
Staring at him, watching as his mouth lifted up to a small smile, watched as he readjusted his glasses on his face.
I couldn't really understand what he was saying.
I couldn't understand the meaning. I knew what I was but in a way I just couldn't understand.
I didn't want to understand.
"..Y/N? Are you listening?" He said peering at me.
The sound of the clock on his wall grew louder within my ears.
"Yeah. Yeah I am".
He nodded and made a note on the note pad he was holding.
His body was nice.
His eyes were a nice hazel.
His hair was a nice lazy sprawl on his head. His hair looked soft.
"What are you thinking right now Y/N?" He said glancing up and staring into my eyes.
The words came out before I could stop myself.
"I'm thinking of your body".
He didn't looked surprised at this and made another note.
"May I ask how ?"
I nodded dumbly as my eyes racked over his entire body again.
"I was thinking of your death.."
I took a deep breath. I hated the familiar sensation I was starting to get in myself.
"I was thinking of your corpse and just how much I would want it."
And just like that I had admitted it.
He paused a pondering look on his face.
I felt sick. Sick. I was sick. Sick but it felt so good.
It all felt so good. I wanted it to stop so much.
I was on my feet and panting before he could say anything else. My mind racing in both pleasurable and disgusted thoughts.
It was wrong. But it was right.
"Y/N?" He said his voice seemed gentle as I gasped.
I gasped and I gasped as I gestured to him.
"Make it stop! Make it all stop!" I croaked out collapsing before his legs as I stared into his hazel eyes.
"What do you want me to stop Y/N?"
The words were chocked out.
"Make me stop wanting them. Their dead eyes. Those lifeless bodies. I know what I am. But I don't want to know. Please. PLEASE!"
It was those last words that made Dr Brown internally smile.
The gasping panicked woman before was like a small child.
He felt so delighted.
He really had found the best twisted patient.