'Till The Death Of Me

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I'm back, finally! I love my mum so much for buying a wifi box for me! Here's the latest update! :* thanks for the bumps.

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-Leo's POV-

Why is she being like this? She has totally changed...

She sat down and was clearly shaking. She didn't look at me, she was embarrassed, I suppose.

I cleared my throat and said in a calm voice, "Give it to me."

She looked at me slowly and handed the blade, as she did, I saw around ten scars or more. My heart definitely sank. She didn't speak, she just kept nodding at my questions.

"It's time to go, I'll see you next meeting." I said as I looked at my watch.

She smiled faintly and walked away, I still sat there and was going through her files. I sighed, "What happened to you?"

A nurse came in and greeted me with a scary look, "Did she do anything to you Dr. Williams?" She said in a shaky voice.

"Well, Uh, does having a blade count and tried to cut herself?" I said in a curious voice.

She gulped, "H-how did you s-stop her?"

Things were getting heated. I want answers. I NEED answers about Katerina. She's become too mysterious.

I gestured the nurse to sit down and she did, I sighed, "Tell me... Aleah; what's wrong with Katerina? What was all that scars?"

She gasped silently, "D-Doctor, w-well... Ever since she came in here, all the faculty members are scared of her. She... She's very dangerous. And even some of them quit because of her. And all of the psychologists that had a meeting with her directly quit, except... You. It's a miracle, really. She even scares me, a lot."

I got shocked by her statement, "Why did the other psychologist quit?"

"They said that she was a witch, a devil. She would dare to cut herself multiple times in front of the doctors and would threaten them. But we don't know where she gets and hides the blades. She's very smart. VERY SMART."

What? What has she become? I know she had problems before, but she was a nice, sweet girl. She always smiled and loved to live life.

I sighed, "Do you think she's... Schizophrenic?"

She smiled faintly, "Oh no Dr., she never said anything about religious and demonic stuff."

I nodded, "Can I meet her tomorrow?"

She stuttered, "Y-you would, D-Dr.? We-well, you c-can. B-but not here. In h-her w-ward..."

"Don't be scared. I'll be fine. I knew her since young. She was my... childhood sweetheart." I smiled at my thoughts of the past.

"Sh-she was?" She smirked silently and whispered, "A psycho?"

I glared at her softly, and she got the hint she bowed her head as an apology and went out.

And I was just there, thinking of how I first met her. How I first fell in love with her.

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