III

This is the second murder I am suspected of. The string of events ended in a month's worth of school suspension.

"You're back?" The security guard asked and opened the front gates. He was on old guy, with nothing to do everyday but cigarettes to smoke.

I smiled and walked through. There was no need to talk to the degenerates of society.

I took the elevator up to the 8th floor and climbed a set of stairs to the 11th floor.

There were two rooms per floor, the door in the right opened and a brunette in a floral gown appeared.

"Morning sweetie, how are you?" Her cheeks were flushed slightly pink, the heater must be on.

"Good thank you Mrs. Pecking."

"Are you ready for our first session?"

Needless to say, the scheduled therapy sessions were a pain.

I nodded and walked inside. Mrs. Pecking helped herself to a cup of tea and I went into my bedroom to put away my coat.

We sat in silence for the first 30 minutes. The quieter we were, the worse Mrs. Pecking's complexion looked.

Her already long face began to droop, wrinkles stretching through her skin as it fell softly onto the table. Her usually bright and beautiful brown eyes hollowed out and a squint of brain juice could be seen.

"Honey, are you having visions lately?" She spoke, but her long jawline and large mouth did not move.

"Perhaps." I say.

"What do you see in them?"

"Something unpleasant yes?"

"Honey it's okay…" Her body inched closer and closer until her torso enveloped the cup of tea.

"Honey… HONEY LISTEN TO MEEE." Mrs. Pecking straightened her back and her morphed head shot right through the ceiling.

"Did you do it..?"

"Hm? Answer me honey pie, you're not in trouble." Her head was brought back down as her neck curved.

Splash.

I lifted my sleeves, they were wet. Mrs. Pecking hurriedly grabbed a paper towel and dabbed at it.

"The table must be unstable. Let's end it here today okay sweetie?"

"Do you believe in blessings?" I ask.

"… What about you?"

"Do you believe in gods and goddesses?"

"… If you believe them then Mrs. Pecking will to."

"I don't."

"Then I don't as well." She pushed out her chair and stood up.

There was no hole in the ceiling.

I flashed her a brilliant smile, one I hadn't even witnessed myself.

"What about fate?"

"Hm… I suppose not."

I chuckled and stood up, "Then I will make you believe it."

"Pardon what?-"

Squelch.

A piece of the teacup flew into her forehead.