"Farah, do you know why you're here?" said Dr Henderson, as the little bird on his desk repeatedly dipped it's beak into the cup of water. Dr Henderson was a psychologist, and a good one. He didn't have any powers, unlike some of the other staff, but he was good at his job.
"No idea." said Farah, leaning back on the couch. Most kids go for the chair the first time they visit the psychologist, because being on a psychologist's couch is assoisated with being comedically mad. Farah not only went straight for it, but she was lying upside down on it. She was wearing a white sweatshirt, a red bandana around her head, and jungle camo trousers with lots of pockets. She was pretty enough, in a scarred, exotic sort of a way. Henderson wondered where she got the scars. "Maybe it's because you guys can't take a joke."
"You stabbed your English teacher with a pen." said Dr Henderson. "In the eye."
"So?" said Farah. "It was a joke."
Dr Henderson sighed and wrote down in his notepad 'Troubling: Farah does not understand she is causing pain. Possible sociopath?'. He stared at the last two words, then scribbled them out. You couldn't help sociopaths, and he had a good feeling with Farah. Okay, she killed two people when she arrived on the school and she looked rather mad, but he had a sneaking suspicion she just had a bad past.
"Why do you think it's a joke, Farah?" asked Dr Henderson. "Ms Welsh certainly didn't find it funny."
"Who cares about that stuck-up old bitch?" said Farah, moving her head slightly to look at Henderson with those strange eyes of hers. "Why should she order us around when she can't even defend herself when I stuck a pen in her eye? If I killed her, I'd make a better teacher. The joke is, she couldn't even stop me, which is just stupid."
"Why do you associate being a teacher with killing the previous teacher?"
"That's how it worked when I was home. And that's how it should work. I mean, do you want a sissy in charge? No. So whoever kills him, or her, obviously isn't a sissy. Thus he should be in charge."
"That's... a rather Darwinian approach to promotion." said Henderson. "So, where do you come from? What is your home?"
Farah looked at Henderson and smiled, which wasn't a pleasant experience. "Mind if I start asking questions, doc? You're asking all the wrong ones."
Henderson raised an eyebrow. "I'm your psychologist, I'm meant to--"
"Yeah, where's your home?" said Farah, twisting and rolling over to be in a sitting position, her eyes meeting with him. Those two painted red eyes above her real ones didn't blink, and it put Henderson on edge. "Where do you want to be home? Do you have any family?"
"I have a sister, but this is off-topic--"
"What's her name? Is she pretty? Do you love her?"
"Her name's Melissa, and yes, I do love her. Can we please--"
Farah stood up, and walked over to the desk. She towered over Henderson, her smile growing ever wider. "Don't bullshit me man, I know bullshitters and every one I've seen, I've killed. When you're in deep in the islands, when you don't know whether you're going insane or not, you get to be real honest. Way I see it, you're all crazy. All of you are so used to this shit, this..." She picked up the toy bird, and threw it away. It shattered against the wall. "This normality. None of you know what's really below the skin, who you really are. Would you kill your friends, your family, your sister, to save yourself? You don't know. But the truth is, the answer is always a firm 'yes'. The thing is, you can't accept that. You can't accept when things go wrong, everyone is alone. You think everyone's always going to be friends when everything falls apart. You're all lying to yourselves and it fucking disgusts me."
Farah grabbed his lapels and drew his face up to hers. Their noses almost touched. "I ask you." she said. "Would you kill someone, anyone, to survive?"
Henderson, before he knew it, nodded.
"Good." Farah let go of him. Her face brightened, but her smile dropped. She looked innocent now. "Can I get some anti-psychotics or depressants or whatever? That's literally all I'm here for."
Henderson took out a bottle of pills with shaking hands and gave it to her. She took the drugs and looked at the prescription, then nodded. Farah left the room, and walked down the corridor with a skip in her step. It took Henderson half an hour to stop shaking.
(If anyone wants to bump into Farah while she walks along the corridors, feel free.)
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