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Sia-Marie entered the room after knocking. She slid in and closed the door behind her. Silently, she walked over to the medal chair and sat down with a straight, pale expression on her face.

Sia blinked and looked behind her. "Whos there?" She whispered.

((Right, my bad-misread))

"Oh." She murmured and sat up. "Hi." She looked away and fidgeted with her hands in her lap. "You're not the doctor, are you?" She didn't look up.

"I was suppose to be examined." She said softly, not looking at him. Her fingers trailed over the scars on her wrist.

"Just fine." She murmured, then rolled down her sleeves.

"Why are you here anyway?" She finally looked at him.

She blinked as if he said that once before, but she couldn't be sure. "Alright then..." She trailed off uneasily.

"Sia-Marie. But everyone calls me Sia." She told him, standing up and sitting on the desk to face him. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail.

"Pleasure." She nodded respectfully and dared to smile just a little.

She scooted a bit away from him. "How do you mean?" She titled her head to the side.

"Oh, right. I was hoping you were referring to this office." She smirked then sighed. "I don't like to mention it."

"That seems logical." She agreed simply, she wasn't surprised. "I....I killed too." She said quietly.

"If you knew why, you wouldn't say that." She countered.

"Kid?" She scoffed. "Do I look like a child go you?" She scowled.

To*

"Um, I'm eighteen, thank you very much." She crossed her arms.

"Wonderful." She mumbled and stood up to leave.

"I'm not going to stay here and be ridiculed." She muttered.

"Fine," she smirked. "Show me then." She held her chin high and crossed her arms.

"No." She was silent for a minute and looked away.

"I murdered my uncle because he molested me my whole life and attempted to rape me." She said flatly.

"I wish I would have done it sooner." She sighed and leaned against the table.

"How would you have?" She asked casually.

"No I mean how would you kill him?" She corrected the question.

She smirked and nodded along to his graphic tale. "Hm, I like that. Want to know how I did it?"

"While I was being forcefully pinned to my kitchen floor by him, I noticed his Swiss Army knife that was on his belt loop like it always was. So, I pretended to actually be into it and made it look like I was aiding him with his pants. But I ended up snagging the knife, flicking it open and stabbing him in the back. Then I climbed on top of him and stabbed him over seventeen times in the chest. Twice in the groin."

She shrugged. "Now that I think about it it seems so. But at the time I was scared out of my mind. At least my impulsive disorder helped." She said.

"No. I have the impulse to do unnatural things. Like to myself or other people." She replied.

"Do you?" She smirked and rolled her left ankle.

She smiled a little. "Thanks. You're not to bad yourself."

"Anytime." She smiled and folded her arms behind her back as she leaned against the wall.

"I guess I should go then since the doctor is a no show." She sighed.

Sia rolled her eyes. "Haulton,((I think))." She pushed off the wall and sat in the chair.

"Apparently so. Unlike you though, I was on time." She shrugged and straightened her posture.

"Am I going to live?" She smirked.

"I was only joking." She replied. "Unless I am actually dying." She shrugged.

Sia yawned loudly, stretching her arms over her head.

"I guess I'll go now since I'm all checked out." She stood up, straightened her shirt and made her way toward the door.

She laughed. "Unless you have other plans for me." She joked.

"I'll be seeing you then?" She opened the door.

She waved with a small smile and left the room.

((now what))