I think robbing a bank is simple enough. All you'd have to do is enter through the door while carrying something lethal, such as a rocket launche-- no, definitely not. That would blow me up along with the targets. Perhaps a different weapon would work, such as... a simple AK-47. No, wait.. I'm not thinking logically here. This is Northern Ireland, where the hell am I going to find the ammo for this plan?
Hmmm... Maybe that's the least of my concerns...
"Kory?" I must've zoned out as per usual, as I didn't hear my psychiatrist.
Well, I mean, as an 18 year-old-man, people really don't understand my way of thinking. Sure, I may have a few screws loose, but doesn't everyone? It could be worse, I could have refused to come to this dump, however my father was insistent and happened to persuade me into coming here.
"Kory!" He shouted again. My eyes must've drifted away, as they snapped back to him.
"Yesssss?" I raise a brow with a small quirk of my lips, gazing at him with lidded eyes. Having ADHD made it really hard to focus. I mean, really hard, because next thing I knew, I was twirling a bit of my wispy ginger hair in-between my finger and thumb.
" Kory... Tell me more about your older brother." He said quietly, persistently, as if not to hurt my feelings. God, why was he still so cautious? I've been here for six damned months, and all they ask are the same bloody questions: 'Tell me more about your brother, Kory.', 'Kory, how well did you get along with your brother?', oh, and the best one: 'Why do you think he abandoned you, Kory?"
Well, if they want the same answers, they know a way of going about it. I wasn't about to answer any differently than the last time. I mean, who would think someone who had committed suicide *wasn't* abandoning them? Truly, like... everyone has tough lives and he just had to pussy-out and ditch me, while probably having the time of his life, wherever he is.
If I'm the insane one, what does that make him?
"Kory, are you listening to me? Should I repeat-" The psychiatrist tried again, but my body was already moving before I registered it, and I was already out the door before I had the chance to look back and wave.