John Pov
"You do know of the group therapy that goes on here, correct?" I asked Alex.

"Of course I know. I'm not a bloody idiot. Even that sissy Samuel Seabury knows that. I would usually say sorry and be polite about that, but seriously. The man is an idiot." Alex said, muttering the last bit.

I tried not to laugh.
It was kind of funny, okay?
I masked it with a scoff.

"I was thinking it over and I thought that maybe it'd help if you went to the group therapy once a week." I said.

"What? No! I'm going to fucking kill you." He hissed.

I raised an eyebrow as if to say, 'I'd like to see you try'.

I've gotten a little less scared of Alex now that they put a guard in the room with us.

"...with my kindness." He said, through gritted teeth.

It looked like it honestly pained him to say that, but he forced it out anyway.

"Has it occurred to you tha-"
"Probably." He interrupted.

"Why do you want me to go to group therapy?" He muttered to himself.

He stared at me for a moment.
Aw shit.
He's doing the thing.
You know?
The thing where he looks at me and does that weird shit.

"Friend..your friend. You told your mate about me and then they suggested...but why would you tell...oh! So your friend is also majoring is psychology. And he..worked here?
Who is it John?"
He asked.

How the fuck does he do that?
I stared at him in awe.

"I need a name John." He said, almost commanding.

"Pleaseee? Could I please have a name? I'll be good! I'll go to the group therapy and I'll be nice and I'll comb my hair and look pretty! Just give me a fucking name." He said, almost growling the last sentence.

I stayed silent, glaring at him.

He sighed and muttered, "You're a degenerate and a waste of oxygen."

"Thats not nice." I said.
"Sorry." He replied almost on instinct.

He's a sociopath, but he's polite about it.

Huh.
The whole 'High functioning sociopath' thing is starting to make more sense.

"If you don't give me a name I'll figure it out myself John. It'll take more time, a day or two but I'll find out eventually and when I do, I'll-"

The guard came over and dragged Alex out his chair and handcuffed him.

We weren't done with the...
whatever.

"What?! I wasn't even doing anything!" Alex exclaimed.

The guard mumbled,
"Yeah right."
And forced Alex out of the room.

I don't think he deserves that kind of treatment.

He's mentally ill!
Of course he's going to say weird things.

Why would the guard do that?

"John!" Alex said, running back into the room.

"I just need you to know...You can't see them, but they've been watching us for a long time." He said.

"What?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
He smirked.

A few guards ran in and tackled Alex.
I jumped up in shock.

"Oh my! I don't think you should be treating him with such!.."

They didn't listen to me and dragged Alex out of the room.

Alex didn't scream, or cry he just let it happen.
My god.

I walked into the hall and watched Alex be pulled into a full glass cell.

I furrowed my eyebrows and walked to Ms.Schyulers office.
I knocked on her door.

"Come in!" She exclaimed.
I walked in.

"Hello, Erm..I wanted to talk to you about Alex." I said sitting down.

She gasped.

"Are you quitting? Has he done something?  Do you think he needs more guar-"

"No, no almost the opposite actually. The guards were treating him extremely badly after he did practically nothing." I said.

She raised her eyebrows.
"Oh?"

"Yeah..uh our session wasn't even over before they ripped him out of the room after he made a threat. It wasn't a large threat, considering he's locked up in here-"

"John you don't know what that boy is capable of. He's escaped before. Then he..he killed again. He made it like some game. He wanted people to catch him. He thinks its all a game."
She told me, her voice shaking.

"Why are you so scared of him?.." I asked softly.

"He dated my sister." She whispered.

But..
he lied.
Of course he did.

"He lied to her, manipulated her until she..she killed herself. He laughed and laughed. I asked him if he ever loved her. He said no. He said he's gay. But that doesn't mean-" "

"-that he's allowed to kill her."
I finished.

But he didn't kill her, he made her kill herself so in a sense I suppose he killed her.

Master of manipulation.
Holy fucking shit.

"..I still believe that the guards shouldn't handle him like that. I want to finish our session." I said, almost demandingly.

She sighed.

"Alright John. But I'm warning you. He's like-"

"-like Sherlock Holmes but scary, yes you told me." I said standing up.

"My god." She whispered.
"What?" I asked.

"You are the sane version of Alex."