True Psycho


1. True Psycho

”Hi Mark, guess what?” my mother’s voice coming out from the cell, dripped of excitement. For what reason, I couldn’t guess. Considering the fact that my sister was still missing, after being so for two weeks, she didn’t have much to be excited about.

“What is it mom? This is really not the time,” I mumbled, trying to avoid the gazes from all the people, waiting for me to start lecturing about the importance of empathy, in the society.

“Emily was found in London! She’s suffering from amnesia, but at least she’s alive. Oh dear Lord, thank you!” now she wasn’t just excited, but also crying of pure relief.

“Mom that… That’s fantastic!” was what I said, also insanely relieved, but what was going on in my head, what something totally different. Behind my eyes, my pulse was pounding, while I pinched myself multiple times in the soft skin on the inside of my arm. This. Can’t. Be. Happening. I had known she was going to show up eventually, of course, but I hadn’t expected her so soon. On the other hand, whatever had caused the amnesia, I was grateful to it, ‘cause without that, I would be as good as dead, literally.

“It is, isn’t it? They say the amnesia will probably never fully disappear, and she’ll never be able to remember the whole incident, but she’ll heal. And live. She’s alive Mark!” I could almost hear the tears streaming down her cheeks, down to her collar, and hit the floor, from here to Glasgow. Probably just my imagination, which had always been as close to alive, as it could be.

“That’s incredible! But I really need to go now mom, I’m seriously busy,” I hurried to explain, trying to make her believe I didn’t stood leaning against a pillar holding the roof of some random school building, being extremely bored. Which was exactly what I did, because the students that were waiting for me to lecture, had left.

“Alright darling, I don’t want to ruin your vacation, I just wanted to tell you,” she said, and hung up, without saying goodbye.

It didn’t take me more than a couple of seconds, to dial Jean’s number. He picked up at the second ring. “Hallo?” he asked, very loudly.

“She’s back,” I mumbled, knowing he would instantly understand of whom I was speaking.

“Damn it!” he hissed, and smack the phone down, as he cursed.

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