Snippet #1167642

He looked her in her eyes. His eyes changed from i want to do you to i want to chop you up.
'' I am just a patient for you. I'll tell you my sad little story. It wasn't my fault that i did it. My oncle used to hit me, my mom was killed infront of my eyes. My dad was gunned down by the cops. Oh poor me, life is so hard.'' He said with a very sarcastic tone. He hated shrinks. He had talked to plenty of them when he was young. And they always said that it wasn't his fault. What did they know anyway? They just twisted everything you said. But this girl didn't seem to be like the others. She wasn't going to treat him as a victim. But he would still keep trying to get her to lose her mind. That was the fun part. She tried to make him sane and he was doing the opposite to her. He was starting to get really hungry, and the guy next to him had stopped talking. But the girl had started. But she hadn't answered his question about coming over to him sometime.