I just don't understand why, I am at the police station. I have always tried to be a model citizen. I have never had any trouble with the police, in my entire life. I was raised in a Christian home, so I know right from wrong. You people even have me handcuffed, you look at me as some sort of monster. But why?
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Two policemen walk into the room, I am in. They sit down in front of me, at the table. They tell me of seven hideous murders, but why are they telling me this? I have no idea whatsoever they are talking about. They tell me, they know I was the perpetrator, so it would be in my best interest to confess. But, I will not confess to something I have no memory of. Honestly, I don't have any idea what they are talking about.
The men tell me, since I claim to have no memory, they want me to be examined by a psychiatrist. I agree, but with hesitation. Because I don't think there is anything wrong with me. The doctor is already here, waiting outside the interrogation room, to talk to me. I will say one thing, these people waste no time.
The doctor walks into the room, and sits down at the table. The two policemen have left. I guess to make me think, I am alone with the doctor. But, I'm not dumb, as there is a mirror in this room. I would think a mirror where they could see me, but I could not see them.
The doctor starts by introducing his self. His name is Dr. Bryan. He is dressed really well, making me fill a little anticipation, as I am dressed only in blue jeans and a tee shirt. He asks me, if I would like some coffee or something, I guess to break the ice, but I politely decline.
Dr. Bryan, starts our little interview by asking me about my childhood. My childhood, I explain, wasn't very good. My mother was a prostitute, with a drug habit. My father was in the navy. He got my mother pregnant, then there was me. My mother was only seventeen, when I was born. I don't even think my biological father knew I even existed. My mother's parents took me and raised me as their own. My mother died from an overdose, when she was only twenty-five. So I do have some memories of her, but not very many, as I was only seven when she died. My grandparents always tried to be good parents, but throughout my life, I felt something was missing. I was always small for my age, growing up, so when I went to school, the other kids had a tendency to be cruel. As I went farther through school, girls would have nothing to do with me. I always wanted a girlfriend in high school. but I was always taunted and teased.
I tell the doctor, now I must work in a warehouse for a living, and my grandparents are long dead. Even now, at the age of twenty-eight, girls still look down on me. I have a small apartment in town. I tell the doctor, I am prone to headaches, and at times, I even blackout.
He asks me how often they happen? I tell him maybe once or twice a month, it's like when this happens, I totally lose track of time.
The doctor tells me, he wants to tell me a story. He tells me the story of a ruthless killer, that only preys on women. He tells me about seven different women, each from a different path in life. He tells me of every murder, every little detail. But the same question always arises, what has this got to do with me?
The doctor wants to put me under hypnosis. Thinking I have nothing to lose, I give him my permission. I fall into a deep comatose state. But, I still have the ability to hear and speak. I feel as if I am drifting. I see another man, a man filled with anger and rage. A man that totally hates women, but I can't see his face. I see him as he walks up to a lady, and starts a conversation. Then unknowingly to the woman, he pulls out a knife, and starts doing the unthinkable. As the man is standing right over the woman, he looks up, and I can see his face. What I see is me.