My psychopathic friend

Author's name: Mirna Al Mahdi

The shot flew out of Salem's gun, its sound silenced by the silencer he had hidden in his holster at the back of his pants - as usual - and the bullet lodged in the middle of the doctor's forehead, who thought she was being clever when she let them recount the details of all the tragedies they had experienced. She feigned understanding, wisdom, sympathy, and understanding, and asked them for copies of the ID to hand over to the authorities. Hadi's face lit up when he saw the thin line of blood running down her Botox-injected forehead, then he whispered to Salem with unparalleled enthusiasm, "I'm the one who's going to kill the nurse." Salem shook his head indifferently, then took the ashtray he'd buried his cigarettes in throughout the session, placed it in a plastic bag he'd taken from his pocket, and was about to get up to take the notebook lying in the hands of the murdered doctor and tear up all the papers in which Salwan had written about them so as not to leave any evidence against them. Hadi, noticing his friend's state, stopped him, saying, "Don't believe her, Salem." We are not psychopaths, it is society that lives the role of the victim