❛ AN IRISH LULLABY

      ❝ WHY.. would I TELL ya? ❞

A mischievous smile was shown before the murderer. He was pretty simple in his killings. He did not stop to think why he killed. Absurd, no? Several murderers had special reasons, there were even very intelligent people who acted in the shadows to be able to kill without being discovered. But? He … Life wasn’t kind to him.

He could not trust anyone.

      ❝ I KILL to feel GOOD, just as I can’t CONTROL myself when someone SHOWS strong EMOTIONS, I feel the NEED to KILL ‘em, MAKE ‘EM SHUT UP! ❞

   ellen tilts her head, some inquisitive look on her face. she’s certain there’s more to it-- there always is, but with her LIFE on the line, she needn’t press on. she looks around again, knowing well enough there’s no room to run, or a good escape.

   she remained quiet for some time, not much else she COULD do. she’d known him for such little time, and knew if she said the wrong thing, she’d have her blood spilled, an unsightly vision, in the least.

HE COULD TELL SHE was lying. Body language was an easy sign, noticeable no matter how small the movements were. Uncomfortable memories were spreading through her mind, ones she’d hide from him with a simple lie. It was understandable, not every patient would openly speak of their past so easily; this situation didn’t surprise him in the slightest. He’d help the best he could, no matter how long it’d take before she trusted him enough.

Attention had gone to her eyes, finding beauty behind emerald colored irises. NO. He couldn’t consider such a possibility yet; all that mattered was lowering her walls, allowing himself within them in an attempt to help. Perhaps then he could take them with ease.

❛I see.❜

Quiet scribbles against paper, taking note of whatever she’d say, especially taking note of uncomfortable body language. 

❛Perhaps through our sessions, you’ll come to remember what occurred in the past.❜

Forced smile remained, hands resting in his lap.

❛Is there anything you CAN remember from your past? It can be anything that comes to mind!❜

   she shifts uncomfortably in her seat, pulling down her sleeves over her hands. ellen sighs, she couldn’t hide the truth for long, such was CERTAIN. she glances at him for a moment, pulling her gaze back to her hands just as quickly. 

     ‘  i remember my mother telling me bedtime stories... fairy tales, and the like,  ’    she also remembered that mother was a MURDERER, she remembered how limp the bodies looked, how red the blood was. those people were her FRIENDS, yet mother insisted they meant to harm her. mother was always right, wasn’t she ? maybe she was too young to understand the true intentions of the adults. ellen swallowed hard, yet her throat remained dry. she looks at the doctor, and forces a smile.

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Zack stared at that girl with discomfort, why was she like this? Where were the screams? He wanted to see people cling to life, not people who did not care about dying or practically people who want to die. All those people who lacked emotions…

He sighed when the other asked. Seriously a question? Do she want to ask him something before murdering her? Come on.

    ❝ How ANNOYING. Alright SPIT it OUT. Whaddaya WANT. ❞

     ‘  thank you,  ’    she almost SMILES, a natural reaction for her. but she stops herself quickly. ellen scrambles for a proper sentence, stringing together numerous sentences with all the same intention. the girl taps her chin inquisitively.

   thinking back, what was once a memory she’d pushed away to the furthest recesses of her mind. her dearest mother was also a KILLER, and had murdered people who threatened young ellen’s own life. however, much to ellen’s dismay, there was a method to the madness. her mother killed to protect her, so why did he want to kill HER ? little ellen often pleaded with mother to stop, but there was a REASON. there was always a reason, even the smallest catalyst can render great effects. 

   ellen knelt to eyes length of the little one, with a soft and genuine smile on her face. the young woman felt concern that he was holding something so LARGE. even she had troubles handling a shovel, and was prone to accidents. thinking of the horrors that could happen to someone so small swinging around something so big made her nervous, and she would in turn be ridden with guilt if she let it continue without her input.

     ‘  hello there, that looks awfully heavy... do you need help ?  ’    and where are your PARENTS, was another inquiry that floated around in her skull. 

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