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I’ve Got My Psycho Eyes On You
Oh, we’re playing this game, are we?
The doctor’s hand shakes a little around the stem of his glass the moment his eyes meet mine.
I smile and act shy as I murmur a hello.
You look surprised to see me. How long has it been? Five years?
I take a flute of champagne for myself and watch as panic flutters in his eyes. He can still hear me, I know, but he’s doing everything he can not to show any tells.
Did you think your pretty little doll wouldn’t grow up?
His face grows flustered, pink patches appearing in his cheeks. The woman at his side doesn’t notice his discomfort, but her eyes narrow on me as if I’m some kind of competition at barely eighteen. If he had wanted any of that from me, one or both of us would probably be dead.
But still I keep my eyes locked on him, so ready to taunt him in just the same way he did when he was the doctor and I was the patient.
Try and figure out if I’m just a ghost here to haunt you. I’ll wait while you process the reality you live in.
I flutter my fingertips at my side and watch panic alight in his eyes. Did he think the master couldn’t be outplayed? He should have known better when there wasn’t a body to find. Isn’t that the…
