Psychos

Este pequeno devaneio teve origem nos confins da minha mente quando uma frase de um filme ficou na minha cabeça. Comecei a colocar essa frase em vários contextos e este foi o que mais me agradou...


- Hello my name is Michael and I…

This was all she needed to hear to know that she was completely taken by this man.
Milla had been swept away by his deep brown eyes, and his voice made her feel calm and safe. She had seen him in the meetings for quite some time but never had the courage to talk to him. And he always kept himself apart, not talking to anyone and leaving the building when the reunion was finished. Not even when Mrs. Donovan brought those amazing rice cakes. When he got up and made his way to the stand she was amazed.
He wasn’t very well built but he was tall. And while slim he had a presence that made him look like the only thing in the room, at least for her. His hair was cut short but his beard was beginning to grow.
She always imagined why he came to the reunion… He looked so down to earth, so controlled. She knew why some of them came here every Wednesday. Jody had her anger management, Brent his personality disorder, and herself her desire to be mistreated. But him? The mysterious man whose name she had just discovered? What could be the reason that made him come here every week?
She took a deep breath and listened.

- …well, I like to dissect girls.

There was a silent moment.

- I come here for about two, no, three months now. Hearing you. Seeing if there is anything I can learn to help myself, or that I can do to change this… condition. And you know what I discovered? You are a bunch of sore losers. I’m insane, sorry, no I’m not. I am utterly insane and I am proud of it. I don’t want to change. I don’t want to be ‘cured’. Fuck. I don’t have a disease. I have a hobby. And I tell you guys something: it is a blast. And the thing that I crave more when I put my feet out off this door his to find a beautiful woman and do amazing things with her body. Hell. I even imagined some of the people in this room under my blade.
There was absolute silence in the room. No one even made a move or sound.

- Well, I’m off. Sorry about you guys. Hope at least some of you get in touch with yourselves someday. Be good. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.

He smiled. And made his way to the door.

- Oh, I was almost forgetting. Did you know that Mrs. Donovan puts tranquilizers in the rice cakes?
Milla got up and run to the door.
- Wait! – She screamed. – I want to talk to you.
- Milla right? –She looked at him amazed. – Ok. Let’s grab a coffee.