Song:
Pain by Three Days Grace

 
"Okay," the man with the wire-rimmed glasses looked at the man, "tell me about when you were a child, or a teenager, perhaps."

"Oh, that's boring. Aren't you going to ask me how that makes me feel?"

"Thomas..."

"Fine, fine." The man lazily propped up an arm on the couch, turning to face the professional.

"Well, once, when I was washing dishes, I had the water on high heat. It was steaming, scalding."

"Go on..."

"And I washed the dishes. I had to rinse the soap off my hands each time, of course. I didn't turn the cold water on for that."

"So you rinsed your hands with the same scalding water?"

"Multiple times, actually. There were plenty of dishes."

"And," the upright man grimaced and cleared his throat, "how did that make you feel?"

The lying man smirked. "Oh, it made me feel adventurous, and sparkly!" He rolled his eyes. "It felt painful, O Smart One. What did you think it felt like?"

"So why did you keep doing it?"

"You know, it's amazing how life adapts. Your body responds to stimuli, and adjusts to it accordingly. If you walk into a bright room, your pupils get smaller. If you move from a cold pool to a hot tub, eventually your body gets used to the warmth; after a while, it doesn't feel as hot."

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Hey, you're getting payed for it, man. Anyways, I used to make myself feel pain on purpose. My philosophy? If I go through pain enough... it stops hurting."

"That's... interesting. Continue."

"Well, I suppose we do have a while. We've only been here for what, 250 words or so?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Anyways, pain. I don't know if I ever honestly believed that that's why I was doing it, why I was causing myself pain."

"Do you think it could've been to distract yourself from other pain? Maybe some deeply hidden emotional trauma?"

"Aw, look at you with your big boy ideas! No, it wasn't a distraction. It wasn't like I felt anything from all the crap that went on anyways. I never felt anything."

"So why did you do it, then?"

"Because it was fun to feel. Pain is more interesting than feeling nothing at all. Sometimes I got sick of being numb. Well, I say sick. I pretended I felt sick, so I had something to do."

"So you're saying you're a sociopath."

"Somebody's catching on," the bored man teased in a sing-song voice. "I used to pretend, you know. Oh, what an imagination I pretended to have. I pretended that I was angry at my parents for abandoning me; I pretended I was afraid of the bullies at school who called me a freak-genius; I pretended to feel. It would've been such fun, if only I knew what fun was supposed to be. It passed the time, though."

"You don't feel anything, then?"

"Oh, no. It seems I've rendered you therapists' favorite line useless. Poor, pitiful me."

"We don't all-"

"You know the worst part of being a sociopathic genius?"

"I- no, I don't. Would you like to tell me?"

"We've been over this. I don't like anything. But I'll tell you. It almost amuses me to see your faces when I say this."

The man with the glasses tilted his head.

"Look at Sherlock Holmes. Great man, just not a good one. He was the world's greatest detective, and you know why? Because he didn't feel. Interesting fact, though: Sherlock Holmes was one of the first famous literary characters to use drugs."

"And this is important how?"

"Oh, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle didn't just pull that characteristic out of thin air. When you're like Sherlock, like me, you get restless. You do things to make yourself almost feel." The man on the couch glanced at the clock on the wall and sat up.

"Well, it's almost been enjoyable talking to you, but we're over six hundred words in, so I think it's time for me to leave."

"What do you mean about words," the doctor inquired, bewildered, as the patient got up and casually acquired his coat and hat.

"Do you want to know why I really put my hand in the hot water, Doctor Miles? I did it because..." the man tipped his hat as he opened the door to exit, "I was bored."

690 words. Cool.

So, this is another one-shot sort of based on a song. At first, I was thinking it would be "I'm Not Alright" by Shinedown, but as I was writing it, I thought "Pain" by Three Days Grace fit a lot better.

Sorry, this one was kind of masochistic. My bad.

And now, because I've been watching a lot of Supernatural and BBC's Sherlock, I'm gonna make it a whole lot worse.
If you liked the way it ended, skip this final section.
If you want to see something that people in Sherlock are afraid will happen to Sherlock, read on.

Notch dang it, why am I so creepy? Ugh. WAY too much Supernatural.
Anyways, enjoy - well, don't actually enjoy it; that'd be creepy - this second ending.
...
. . .
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA

The therapist, still thrown-off by the strange patient, stood up to turn off the camera. He loved the camera; it recorded the conversations so he didn't have to worry about taking notes-

"Doctor Miles?"

The man jumped at the voice. The patient had re-entered the room so silently; so, so silently.

"I- what- what do you need?"

"You seem rather nervous? Why is that?"

"I-I'm trying to pack up here, if you don't mind. If you'd like to speak to me again, talk to Ms. Bella in the front."

"Oh, but Doctor, the session isn't quite over yet."

The patient slammed the man onto the couch, covering his mouth before he could scream for help.

"You see, Doctor, sometimes causing pain did seem to help. And right now," he held up a wickedly-sharp knife, pretending to inspect every inch of it, "I'm bored."

Wiping the blood from his blade, the patient once more drifted over to the door. He took one more glance at the body, and spit the final words...

"And how does that make you feel?"

He slammed the door.

Oh.
Oh my Notch.

I- what was that?
I'm honestly scared myself, to be honest.

Or am I just pretending to be scared?
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Just kidding
Trying to lighten the mood.

Please, don't send me a hospital. I'm okay-

Or am I?
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Okay, I'm gonna go nao.
Comment below if you have any theories for this chapter. >:3

Goodbai for nao...

But surprisingly not for as long as I expected for this book!