Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"And it is taking something that belongs to me, which means that it's as if he were dead. Even if I killed her".

Only when I saw the face satisfied her I realized that I have talked about more than it should. Inside me, for a brief moment, I went into a panic.

I was already afraid the next question, aware that he had pushed on my weak point, to creep between the responses artifacts that I had prepared. But the doctor did not ask me if the perception of myself as the deceased was rooted more deeply, as I suspected. Instead, the hourglass did scroll through the last grains and she looked at me smiling, locking his hands on his leg accavallata demurely. Maybe I was overestimating.

"Okay, Kerys. For today, can suffice".

The time specification is not I could understand if she had decided to end the session because the time was expired, or because he was afraid to go too far, but I had had enough, the relief of knowing that I could finally get out of his study and enjoy the range weekly until the next session.

He gave me an appointment as usual for the next

Friday, I remembered that in case of an emergency, I could send them a message or call her and then greeted her, holding up my facade of naivety until the end. Until I closed the door behind him and I let go a deep sig his eyes.

I had not always been a liar, all my life I'd told the truth.

But in the last period, lie was the only thing that I could do to protect me.

It was easier to say that everything was all right, when someone asked me how I was. I had to convince people around me that I was disturbing, but not too much, because they all wanted to incasellarmi under the label from the girl with the trauma but healed, so they would have stopped to worry about, and I would be able to go on with my life. In the bottom, nobody is interested in really getting to know the problems of others.

The building of the college was dr. Warris

was the same as in the infirmary, and other offices. I ignored the guy sitting in the waiting room and with impatience I headed towards the exit of the wing, which led to the main hallway. The elevator soon arrived, and in a moment I found myself out in the open air, in the mud of the students who stood or walked along the avenue.

I had chosen to study law at the Rotten College as a teenager, is now a step away from graduation, and I remembered perfectly the first time I had set foot in the complex. I left enchanted by the structures of gothic on the outside, but renovated and modern inside. The classrooms immense and extensive sporting facilities, so well-kept.

The magnificent buildings, the park full of saplings and the lake that often froze and allowed the rink had more influence on my preference for that college compared to others. As well as proximity to home, to my family who lived a few miles away, and also the movements easy, thanks to the bus are made available for students. Not to mention the open-air amphitheatre, where the students of the school of theatre performed even with the coldest temperatures of the table, which are always well supplied, and all the rest. It was a private college that had no rival in all these points of view one could say that the straight mind-boggling that all of us students, we paid were well justified.

But I was only there for the environment. I had chosen the Rotten few years before, because the course of study in Law was the best in the State, thanks to the professors of the faculty.

Which made it more bearable to be back. Because even now that the environment was not the most familiar and reassuring, despite not having the most i

answers.

The I was looking for in the books of criminal law, including the classrooms of the psychology course that I had chosen to follow.

Above all, I was looking with fascination in the course of professor Bonavick. I couldn't stand to be late to that appointment and for this I was impatient to end the session with the doctor, Warris, because from there it just would have started the lesson of Criminology and victimology. Or, as she liked to call it to the professor Bonavick...

"Welcome, dear students. Today we will dedicate all' Lost art of murder".

I reached the classroom a minute before the professor started the lesson and shut the door. Unfortunately for me, the course was always full of students and, if I did not manage well in advance, it was difficult to find the way to follow the lesson in peace. Luckily I was still remained a friend to the world, Hewitt Cavanough, and even if not he would have never admitted he had an eye for me. In fact, while I devoted a wink removed the folder that had used to occupy the place next to him. I accomodai and pulled it out of the bag and the notebook.

"I was going to give you new to disappear". I escaped a laugh; it was perhaps the only one who could joke about what had happened to me and what I liked.

"I admit that sometimes the doctor Warris seems to me that he wanted to imprison". The chest I finally reached the inside of lightness after you held back too long my personality. With Hewitt couldn't let me go.

He was not only the closest friend that I had: it was perhaps the only one I had left. Unlike what I intend to doctor Warris, of my old friends there was not even a shadow. I had spent the summer of ignoring everyone except for him. Perhaps also due to the fact that his father was the detective in charge of my case. Our friendship, that it was born of necessity, the university now had become much more solid.

The words of the professor Bonavick interrupted all the chatter in the classroom. He was dressed as usual with one of his full grey, embellished with a tie from the fantasy whimsical, the only touch of personality.

"Before the lesson" is tested against the chair, to watch better for the audience, "I notice that registration for the internship are open. Some of you try it this way for years, for others it will be the first time..."

To be admitted to the training, it was considered to be one of the activities extracurricular more ambitious in which a student of the Rotten could point to. That Criminology and victimology was an examination of their choice, or one of those essential to the course of studies, to be able to put this activity in the curriculum gave a powerful boost. This is because Bonavick is not dedicated only to the study of criminal past, but he was also working in close contact with the commissioner of police, dealing with cases that are still open.

"In any case, there is place for only five of you. I will choose with the accuracy of my followers, more so this year we have our hands on an important case. Those of you who drags behind this course, and is now in her last year of college, with the hope of being admitted just this year, say leave it... maybe the pottery course is most suitable for you." A general laughter vibrated in the room, but he died immediately. The professor turned to the screen behind her, where she appeared on the website of the academic. "For all the others, find the form online registration.

Now I would say that we can begin the lesson, the questions at the end."

But I had already put aside his notes to take the mobile phone and co