Ruined Sunday

'Mr. Rockwell, are you listening?' I said and stood up from my desk.

My cabin was like a medium-sized room with a shelf on the left full of files of my clients. There was another shelf on the right-hand side in the corner which had many books mostly about psychopathy and some books related to calm someone's mind. I mostly recommend that ones to my patients. In the middle of the room was my table, I had one chair on the wall side for me, behind my chair there was a window. A beautiful lawn could be seen from there. 

On my table usually, I kept a pencil stand which had many things like a knife, just to cut fruits, cause sometimes I'm on diet but it's just... sometimes. I had some pens, pencils, markers, and a blade on it too. This what my whole room looks and this whole room is my life. I studied hard just for this cabin and I'm...happy with it.

But today somehow I had a bad feeling since morning like something was wrong, or maybe it was because of Sarah. She always tells me that she has a strong sixth sense so maybe because of her, I started to think the same way. But somewhere I felt strongly that my Sunday was about to get ruined. Whatever the reason was, let's focus on the patient. I thought all this and started to roam in the room.

'Mr. Rockwell...Can I call you just Leo cause your surname...is just too long.' I said and there was still a pin drop silence in the room.

It was like I was talking to myself or a... mannequin.

'Don't take it otherwise it's just. I want to talk to you like a friend not as a doctor. You see.' I said and it was like listening to my own voice cause he was sitting on the chair looking at his fist continuously.

'Okay fine! Let's get to the point.' I said and sat on my chair again.

I took a pen from my pen holder and got ready to write whatever Leo was going to say on a notepad to outline this case.

'Mr. Rockwell I've heard that people say, you're a psychopath.' I said.

'They say that you never loved the girl you were talking. It was just your.... obsession?' I said and as soon as he heard the word obsession he looked up.

His blue eyes stared me with anger, I looked at him waiting for him to answer.

'If you won't answer me how will I help you, Mr. Rockwell. So, please tell me. Are those people right? What I heard is right or is there something else you want to tell me?' I said and he started to look down again.

'I. Loved. Her .' He whispered and I..heard it. 

Anger could be heard by the way he said, emphasizing each and every word as much he could. I saw his wrists they had deep cuts. It looked like he had been tied very tightly with something and he tried to open it many times but instead, it got tighter and left a deep wound on his hands.

'But then why did you hurt her, you know because of you she is still suffering from Autophobia. How could you do this to someone you love, Mr. Rockwell? I don't think it's what a gentleman should do.' I said and try to make eye contact again.

'You know I can help you. This why I am sitting here, just to help you. Just to heal you so that you can get mentally stable.' I said.

He looked up again and yelled,

'I. Am. Not. A. Psychopath.' He finally opened his fist and stood up.

I got startled by his sudden reaction and I looked in his blue eyes that were very pale and full of anger but then I noticed his hand. The fist which just got opened was covered with blood and there was something in it which I couldn't see. I finally got a hint and I analyzed my pen holder and something was missing from it...

I screamed for help but no one came in.

'Mr. Rockwell, please keep that blade down. I suggest you shouldn't do this.' I requested.

He came near me with his hand covered with blood holding a blade. His eyes were red and he had a smirk build upon his face.

'You think I'm a psychopath. Do you want to know how a psychopath behaves?' He said and bent down up to my level.

As soon as the edge of the blade touched my neck I yelled.

'Mr. Rockwell please calm down, and put that blade down.'

There was nothing I could do, what if I made a move and galvanized him to take an action. After all, he had a blade on my neck. Suddenly he covered my mouth with his other hand, bend towards my ear, and whispered,

'You can't even think, what a psychopath can do Doctor. Oh! sorry, Lisa .' and he smirked.

Tears filled my eyes and sweat covered my whole body. I was frightened to death, he could any moment end my life and no one will be able to help. For the first time I felt so helpless, I mean I've attended many psychopaths earlier too but this time it was out of my control.

'Let's see how this blade works. Let's see if it's sharp enough to work effortlessly. This blade is yours isn't it Lisa? Then let's see if it satisfies me? Let's see if it work nicely on your neck.' He said and held my one hand tightly. 

I closed my eyes in fear, cause he looked too scary for me to handle. I finalized that this was the end of my life when he moved the blade a bit on my neck and blood started to flow out, not too much but a small cut was enough to make me realize that he was really a psychopath and my last patient too.

But suddenly he was jerked back, far away from me. I opened my eyes and saw Dr. Ray standing...