"Finished?" I asked her, not waiting for her to answer as I stood up and walked out of the room.
Now, I really wanted a smoke.
I waited for Henry, leaning against the wall beside the door where his session took place.
It seemed that my psychologist always finished a bit earlier than his. Well, figured, as the boss's daughter.
Though this place should have been built by the government, so there shouldn't be only one boss. If, however, it was not the government but a private person that stood behind this, well...
Who knows? Not my problem.
I wanted a smoke, and I wanted a hug, again feeling like shit, the self-hatred taking over.
What else could help—and worsen the situation at the same time—than to look at one of my victims and my biggest believer at the same time?
Like a beautiful knife I could ram into my guts to feel again, leaving behind a bittersweet aftertaste.
I saw one of the twins coming out of the room across from me.
