"I'm a psycho. Might end up killing someone someday." I spout out to my Boyfriend. Unraveling the ugliest side of me to him.
Chris' face was unfazed. I blinked wondering if he didn't comprehend what I said.
"I tried to kill my sister not once but three times," I say with my lips trembling and my eyes searching into Chris' eyes to see the disgust, his disappointment but his eyes gave nothing.
Then he sadly says. "You have dark episodes?" His angel-like face was greased with distress.
I nodded. "H-how did. Figure that out?"
He smiled wryly. "It's my job."
"Come here." He pulled me into him and I laid my head on his hard rock chest like a child as he stroked my messy hair.
"I'm sorry. You came to me for help but all I wanted was to make you mine instead of giving you the help you needed."
I shook my head. "It's my fault. I didn't tell you because I was ashamed to."
