Hope's POV
"I'm like you."
As soon as the words are out of my mouth I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, a weight I was just barely carrying.
He raises an eyebrow at me. "Say it."
I know what he means, but I feel like if I say the words there's no going back, no excuses.
"I'm...." I trail off, looking down.
"Yes?"
I'm not winning.
"I'm a psycho."
He smirks.
"Yes, you are. You have to realize that before I can let you leave."
I squint my eyes at him.
"It wasn't an accident, was it?"
"What?"
"You didn't kill him in self defense."
He rolls his eyes. "At least you're smarter than the idiots you call police. They fell for it hook, line and sinker."
I scoff. "Was he attacking you?"
"Yes, but I turned to offense instead of defense. So in a way, I was protecting myself."
I shake my head.
I try to push past him but he grabs my arm in an iron grip.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I have a few questions for you." He says simply.
I sigh. "Fine." I mutter, sitting down on the toilet cover.
"First of all, how many of these were you taking?" He hold up the pills still in his hand.
"Two, they upped the dosage last year."
"How long have you been taking them?"
"You're starting to sound like a doctor."
"Just answer tha damn question."
I roll my eyes. "As long as I can remember, though to be honest, everything before six is blur."
"What do you mean?" He seems genuinely curious.
"I can barely remember anything before I was adopted. Apparently my parents, my real parents, got in a car crash that killed them both. I hit my head pretty badly, so my memory up until a few days after my mom and dad found me is useless."
"Ok, one more question..."
I raise an eyebrow at him, inviting him to go on.
"Have you ever killed someone?"
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Deadly innocence
Mystery / Thriller"Nothing." I mutter, trying and failing ro hide the plastic container behind me. The next thing I know, the small bottle is in his hand and he's reading the prescription with surprise in his face. "Hope..." he says slowly, and dumps the pills out of...
