Jason Alenko knew that he was a psychopath, and he prided himself on this, because, logically, as most psychopaths refused to even admit that, wouldn’t that give him an extra notch on the sanity card?
When he was a kid, he liked to pretend to be Charles Whitman, a highly respectable man, who killed 14 people from a well-chosen spot on the observation deck of the Texas University clock tower. He still remembered the quote that had been doubled in size in the book he’d read. It said:
“I definitely feel as though there is something unusual in my mental state,” It was his favourite quote, because it sounded so grown-up and fancy. A year after his mother’s death in a house fire, when he’d started talking again, that was the first thing he said to his father. He’d said it to his little brother, Sam, a lot as well, in the hopes that they could be partners in crime one day, like Batman and Robin. Jason wasn’t sure what they were going to do, but he figured that it would come to him.
Their dad, John, got angry when Jason said that sentence, and told him to stop. But every time he hit Jason, or shook him, or pressed a large hand over his nose and mouth, so Jason saw little black spots fall and cover his eyes, he would only try and say it louder and louder and louder. It was the first thing he said to his therapist when he was six. It was the only thing he said to his therapist. It was the last thing he said to his last therapist when he was 14.
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