"Well we have to do something. I've- I've seen something like this before." Quinn said.
"With Auden?" Malcolm asked. "H-how did you know?" Quinn was confused.
"Just a wild guess. Anyways, do you have any ideas, Quinn?" The two of them talked fast in a hurry to figure out what to do.
"Um..." Quinn tried to think as they looked at me. "I don't know, maybe we could talk to him."
"No, that won't work. Talking is not going to help. He's in shock. He's going to keep freaking out and I don't think we will be able to help him. He will become depressed because he killed not just one person but two. He will be traumatized. For a very long time and he'll have nightmares. Possibly panic attacks. He'll lose control. He can't go back to work no matter how much he wants to. He'll feel trapped in his mind, his body. Until he can't take it anymore and then he'll want to die." Malcolm explained.
"NO NO NO!! I killed them! I killed them! I'm a murder!! A murder! I-.... I I'm a k-killer! A KILLER! NO NO NO NO!!" I screamed more and more.
"We have to do something, now! We can't let him do this to himself..." Quinn said.
I fell to the ground. My body was shaking so much. I was so cold. I could hardly see, my vision was blurred. It felt like I had been in that situation a thousand times. I wanted to pull my hair out and just scream. Scream until my heart gave out. I couldn't handle it. I was in so much pain. In that moment I just wanted to die. Like Malcolm said.
Quinn walked up to me and took in a deep breath. "I'm here, Kai. It's going to be okay, really. I can help you, just take my hand." They bent down and looked at me with an honest look. They stuck out their hand for me to hold onto it.
My breathing was still heavy as I tried to look at them. I could barley see through all the tears. "Please, Kai... take my hand." Quinn spoke softly. They looked at me like I was a sick kitten.
I hesitated until finally, I pushed their hand away. "No, no you don't understand. I- I can't be helped. I don't deserve it. I'm a killer. A killer, I'm a killer a killer killer killer… I'M A KILLER!!" I yelled.
I continued to cry so hard I could barley speak. "Wha… what w-ould Mr. Beal thi...think?! WHAT WOULD HE THINK?!! He'll ha-hate me... NO NO NO he'll h-hate me!! Not Mr. Beal not him, not him not him..." I exclaimed.
"I think..." Quinn turned to Malcolm. "I think he needs my brother, John. Mr. Beal." Quinn said.
"No absolutely not. He's not coming here."
"But we need to help him."
"No we don't need him to do that. We can figure this out on our own."
"Please Malcolm. He might be our last hope."
Malcolm looked at me and back at Quinn. He hated seeing me like that. "Fine." He agreed.
"Okay I need a phone."
Malcolm pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He handed it to Quinn. Quinn quickly called Mr. Beal and as quick as possible he was on his way.