talk to me

its gonna be ok.

after kurt's shower he walks out with the clothes i let him borrow for the session

he was honestly really cute

dorky men always had my heart over confident men.

which was such a weird bc kurt killed 14 people.

it was really hard to believe.

but i'll find out why by the end of the night.

kurt sits down in the couch and awkwardly pats his knees with the tips of his fingers.

i smile

"so kurt, this is still yk is psychology thing and i'm gonna need to know why yiy did what you did." i smiles

he frowns and lets his head fall slightly downward."

"who did you kill first?" i ask and he looks up at me with out bringing his head up.

tbh he looked kinda scary.

i watches as he looked back down and but his lip.

his eyes flushed with tears but he never let one slip.

"m-my MOom" he says, his quite voice breaking as he tries to hold in his tears.

this made me feel really bad, he may of killed people but he still has feeling to right?

i stand up and walk over to the sad boy and sit down next to him

i put my hand on his knee and try to comfort him.

"kurt, it's ok ik your realizing what you did was wrong and there's no shame in crying" i say.

he takes a deep breath and looks at me.

eyes were red and so were his cheeks.

he just never let a tear fall.

i moved a little back and smiled.

"i-i killed her b-because... i don't know." he says.

"ok did you feel anything while doing it?"

"n-no but i think it was all the a—adrenaline" he stutters.

i nod.

"so you killed 11 people driving, why"

"well i wanted to be famous, i streamed everything and i thought maybe i'd get veiwers." he says

i nod

"and were you phased at all while killing them?" i ask

"no, i-i felt nothing of it e-even when they begged for their life.. i didn't feel anything"

"now do you?" i ask

"y-yes i'm sorry for what i've done u just wanted viewers" he mumbles.

i nod.

"why did you want viewers so bad kurt?"

"i- dont- i'm not sure.." he says

i bit my lip.

and thought quietly for the next question.

or atleast i tried.

it's hard to think when kurt's soft, sweet eyes are on me.

"kurt growing up did you feel like your mom and dad idk didn't give you the attention you needed?" i ask.

he nods softly and his eyes slowly tear up.

"b-but it's not there fault they were to busy to take me p-places... or even eat dinner with me.." he mumbles.

"ok, kurt did you have any friends?" i ask

"little, one or two everyonce in awhile.. b-but i had my friend bobby!" he says

i sighed.

"did your parents fight a lot?"

he nods.

"and they b-blamed it on me a lot growing up" he murmurs

"ok well mr kunkle, do you think you wanted a lot of views online and people to notice you bc your parents didn't pay you the attention you needed as a kid?" i asked

he looks at me a bit stunned.

then nods slowly.

his eyes water

he shocks me slightly as he wrapped his large arms around me.

he sobbed into my shoulder.

i hugged him back.

he stands us up to get a better hug.

he hiccups softly and tightened his grip.

i rubber his back softly.

"i-i didn't want to do it.. i didn't really mean to hurt anyone" he sniffles

i pull away and look at his red face.

"ik kurt, but that doesn't change the fact that you did, and i will do everything in my will power to get you out of jail" i smile.

he wipes his tears

we sit back down together on the couch.

we talk for a little.

i turned in my tv and let kurt watch whatever he wanted for the remainder of the time.

soon enough it was almost time for kurt to go.

he changed back into his prison suit after i washed it and i put him back into his cuffs and smile.

officer white came in without warning not ti far after.

"alr where's the boy we need to go rn so hurry" he demands

"yk White, this is a chill place and there is no need for your demanding, stuck up, omg not any ass to barge in while i'm finishing up a session alr? i mean you don't want me to tell cheif do you?" i ask

officer white bites his lip and nods.

i look back at kurt who was stunned and smile at him.

"havr a nice one kurt, i'll see you soon and we'll talk some more about it ok?" i say and kurt nods

he walks out with office white.

soon another officer walks in my office.

"how was he?" officer johnson asks

"he was really good, a lot of mental issues obviously but he never tried to lay a hand in me, hell- hr didn't even swear at me." i say

"wow" officer says

him and i wrap it up and i go home.

i could picture the first chapter of my award winning story already.