(9 years ago)
Miss Greene stared at her note and then back at Dylan. She glanced at her watch, sighed and shifted her gaze back to him, watching him sit there in silence, hands in his sweats pocket and eyes fixed on his shoes. “Dylan!” she called. He didn't flinch on hearing his name being called. “Dylan, in other for this to work you have to speak” still no word or gesture from him. Miss Greene closed her notes and removed her glasses. “You need to let me help you Dylan” She leaned forward
“You can't help me” he finally said without looking up
Positive she could get through to him, she began “Why do you say so Dylan?"
He kept silent for some seconds and then looked up at her “Because I killed someone, I killed my father. I'm a murderer, a bad person like those bad men in prison that
