((GOD DAMNIT RES LOGGED ME OUT BEFORE I HIT SEND -ROAR- DX

I don't feel like retyping DX))

((My computer has decided to be mean to me, but I managed to recover some of what I wrote, because I had some of it in notepad XP))


"You may not have noticed, but I'm a pretty girl. I can go anywhere I damn please." Joey grinned as she shifted the gears in the car and backed out. "Not, in all honesty though, Mr. Forester won't even know I was in there. It's on old run down apartment that he just doesn't have the heart to sell."

She chewed on her lip as she stared at the raod trying to remeber the way. It had been a good long while since she'd been there. "Anyways, it's in a quiet area, and by that I mean if you see someone you'de better get ready to fight." she looked over at him and smiled before turning her eyes back to the road. She remeber how some guy had tried to mug her, man had she surprised him. Then Henry came and beat the crap out of him for trying to touch her. Those were good days, she kinda almost missed the big jerk.

The more she drove, the less and less cars there were on the streets. Soon she drove into an area that appeared as if it hadn't been used since the nineteen forties. She pulled the car to park infront of an old apartment. She reached across Nick into the glove box and pulled out her bottle. "Alrighty, so we have to climb in through the window there." she pointed to the alley. "The door is like bolted shut from the inside."

She climbed out of the car and looked around for a second before hurrying into the alley. She walked up to the window and shook it before sliding it up. She pulled over a crate to aid herself as she hoisted her body through the window. "Keep cose Nick. Wouldn't want you to get scared. A heard a man was killed here and that's why it's shut down." she grinned before hurrying out of the room. SHe remebered how her friends would always be so freaked out about this place. And considering the people she hung out with in highschool, one would think they'd enjoy the creepy building.

She quickly bounded up the old stairs to the roof, grinning when she got hit by a wave of cool night air. She walked over to the ledge of the building. "Look Nick, you can see all the pretty lights from the buildings." she sounded almost childish, she had good memories here. Her only good foster home memories were from when she snuck out and came here. She pulled herself up and sat on the ledge and dangled her feet over.

((Lol XD))

Joaquin looked over, surprised he was so bold as too come and sit down right next to her. She pulled out the bottle and took a sip before offering it to him.

"So tell me Nick. You Catherine, left you because you were a psychopath?" she asked, though it was more of a statement. "And that was before you started to kill every girl that looked like her?" She looked over at the skyline, tilting her head slightly as she watched an airplane. "That doesn't make any sense did you try hurting her before?"

((Wasn't sure what to bring up XP))

((Lol, he is. How he and Joey will end up together will be weird. She would want to wear the pants in the relationship XD))

"Hey you may love someone, but that doesn't mean you won't hurt them." Joaquin sighed, taking a sip from the bottle. She kicked her legs slightly like a child. She didn't really like where this conversation was going, it made her miss her own lover. Though if she ever really loved him, she wasn't sure. But through her abusive behaviour what she'd felt for him was pretty damn close.

"Anyways, Catherin sounds like an ass. Probably only wanted you because she couldn't do any better. You deserve better." she said nonchalantly swinging her legs again. "Anyways, so you kill the girls who are really just substitutes for your Catherine. Why don't you just go ahead and kill her?"

Joey looked away awkwardly and rubbed her arms. She had upset him, it was evident. He was trying to play it off but for years Joaquin had been playing her own emotions off of what others did. He tried to get the attention off himself by asking about her.

"Well for starters I have a legit boy's name. Joaquin. My birth woman thought I was a boy before she put me up so...yeah. My first foster family changed the pronouciation so it would suit a girl better." She swung her legs again, wondering if he wanted her whole life story or not.

"Anyways, after bouncing from home to home, I think when I was seventeen after I killed one of my foster sisters birds they got me checked out because they could tell I wasn't quite right." she thought about how she had to answer all the question before there was finally a verdict. "Anyways, I'm a psychopath who like all the others has shallow emotions no remorse and lack of empathy. The only thing I ever really feel is anger." she shrugged. "Though technically thos papers saying I'm 'sick' don't exist. I made a trade with the shrink, he was a man so you can guess. Anyways, he told the family I was just an attention seeking rebel who would phase out."

She kicked her legs again looked up at the sky. "Anyways, the first time I killed was Henry," she paused for a moment and looked down. This was their spot, he'd bring her here after he found where he new home was. He always found her, no matter how many times she switched from hom to home. "Anyways, the second time was to get the car after you destoryed my bike." she looked over at him. "And you saw the third. And that's about it. My life is too boring and innapropriate to share."

Joaquin closed her eyes and thought about what he'd said. Did she regret killing Henry? At the moment no. Sure she held his head in her lap as he struggled to breathe, as he reached out for her. She had called the ambulance, but the only reason she held him was to watch him die.

"To be honest," she started. "Not initally. I didn't feel bad at all, it just seemed natural when i plunged the knife into his stomach, then his chest, then into his st-" she shook her head. "You don't need to know how many times I stabbed him. Anyways, I didn't feel bad. Honestly in the moment it felt good. It was exhilerating. I was able to carry on like everything was normal. After the trial though, I kept wanting to talk to him. Tell him how ridiculous that laywer looked. And I'd turn around and he wasn't there..."

She looked down at her lap, twisting her fingers. "So no, I didn't regret killing him the moment I did it. I didn't cry the next day, or feel bad. I carried on like he had just gone out. It was when I realized that he wasn't going to come back and find me like he did all those times before. That was when I felt. . .I dunno. I didn't like the change. No matter how many homes I switched, he would always come and find me. He was my only normal thing. He understood me better than anyone. He accepted the fact that I would walk up the street and want to bash someone over the head repeatedly just for looking stupid."

"Whenever I see something, out of habit I still turn back to ask if he saw that. Or I pull out my phone and text him before remebering he's not going to answer with some sadistic comment." She smiled slightly at the thought, though her blue eyes almost seemed sad. "Though if I didn't kill him, I might have killed someone else, with or without his help." she shrugged and started swinging her legs again. "Probably would have started with Marcus. Henry really didn't like that pervert. And he didn't like tha fact that Henry was older than I was. We could taken Noble and run off somewhere and..." she trailed off. And what?

If they'd run off what would happen? Would she be normal? No she wouldn't, the urges would still be there. She'd never be happy with a life of raising kids while Henry did work. "Anyways," she started swinging her legs again and looking at the bright lights in the distance. "I would never be normal. I've been this way since I was child, so even if I didn't kill him, I'd still always want too. I could never be normal."

Joey smiled slightly, he was such a sap. It was odd, he was honestly just such a romantic. Normally she wouldn't have given his time a second glance, let alone hang out with them on what? Three occasions? Oh, if Henry only saw her now. He would be disapointed, sitting on a ledge sharing feelings, when she could so easily just push him off to see how long it would take for him the hit the pavement. She cocked her head sideways and looked over at him...nah she wouldn't do it. Then she'd have no company.

"Oh honey, you'd never be normal." Joaquin sighed shaking her head slightly. "You probably grew up in a good home, knowing that what you felt was bad, so you ignored it. And years of ignoring seemed to make it go away. It wasn't until the horrible woman broke your heart that you realized what you really were." she looked away from him and back out at the lights, deciding to take another swig of her vodka After the burning slid down and warmed her up she looked back over at him. "There are no minor cases hon, your self control probably failed after she left you. If she didn't you'd probably still feel urges, but because you think so highly of her you probably would have gone your whole life ignoring those feeling. You probably don't even really love her, you just think you do. I thought I couldn't live in a world without my Henry, but yet, here I am. Sure I'm a sick person, but I was that way long before I met him."

She didn't like how she had to bring him up so many times. She didn't make it a habit of talking about Henry. She tried not to think of him, didn't ever bring him up in any conversation. She was beginning to feel...bad. And that was not a feeling she liked. "Anyways, you would never be normal. Just like me, youd just have amazing self control."

((Are there 'minor' cases of psychopathy? Or is that sociopathy?))