“Maybe I should become your shrink, Jessica.
Tell me, when you killed that woman, how did that make you feel?”
“Can I remind you that you have actually killed someone?
I haven’t… I have [spoken] about it, but they died from suicide… Me, I never pulled that trigger… Or in your case, punch.”
I said, before manoeuvring around the counter to pick up a bottle —>
“Maybe you intrigue me… Maybe, under all that strength….”
A cruel and almost sinister smile formed on my lips.
“You’re just as screwed up as I am, but I’m just willing to admit it.”
“Mind over might, Miss Jones.”
I said softly, waving a hand in your direction.
“Keep telling yourself that.”
I turned my head and walked towards a counter to lean my elbow on it.


