Jenny Sullivan hadn’t always been a psychopath…

Scratch that, Jenny Sullivan hadn’t always known she was a psychopath.

No, that’s not quite right either.

Jenny Sullivan hadn’t always known that what she was would one day be diagnosed by some hack claiming to be a licensed psychiatrist, as a psychopath. Or rather, a person with Anti-Social Personality Disorder - blah, blah, blah - but who cares, Nevermind. The fact of the matter was this, JennySullivan hadn’t always displayed, portrayed, and or shown any of the many signs and or symptoms of the diagnosis that she would one day later in life be labeled. In fact, as far as she was concerned, as a child, she had been the epitome of a well adjusted little girl. A little girl who occasionally liked to set things on fire; but normal enough .

Therefore while Jenny hadn’t always known what she was; she had always known who she was. And who she was, was still very much that same little girl who once locked her asshole of an older cousin in her childhood home’s garden-shed for six hours after she had dared to play with her favorite doll without permission.

OK, so, not so well adjusted and maybe there had been signs but still …

Jenny Sullivan knew who and what she was and as such, she knew exactly what she was going to do when she spotted a conveniently discarded mannequin. A conveniently discarded  mannequin that just so happen to be discarded near an equally as convenient section of woods. 

God, how she loved it when a plan all but falls into her lap..

Especially when she can involve the twins.

Especially when one of the twins, Tony, forgot his place again  and pretended like they had broken up. 

He really could be so silly sometimes 

But, most especially, when you can cover up kidnapping your boyfriend’s twin’s, Lhasa Apso.

Totally, her bad, but could she really be blamed when faced with such cuteness?

“Jen, what the fuck? Where is my dog? “ 

“Hi Nick! Long time no hear ! I’ve missed you!”

“ i’m serious Jenny, where’s Chloe?”

“ who? Oh, you mean sugarplum. I’m not sure, what makes you think I would know? “

“ Really? Are you really gonna ask me that?  i’ll tell you why  Jen, cause you’re a psycho.  a psycho who has a pension for copping keys. A psycho that unfortunately has an unhealthy attachment to my dog. Now tell me where Chloe is. ’

“Mm…that does sound like me. But no, sorry Nicky, not this time. Are you sure she’s missing? My baby does like hiding sometimes, especially when she’s playing a prank.”

“God damnit, Jenny! Dogs don’t play pranks! Now tell me where my fucking dog is!”

“Awe, Nicky! You’re so sweet! Of course they do! And if ya’ want, I can debate it with you later. Though, now that I think about it, you might be a bit busy later, so we’ll see.”

“What …what the fuck? What do you mean I’ll be busy later? You know what, nevermind, just bring Chloe back and I might briefly think about not immediately calling the cops on you this tim-“

“It’s funny that you should mention the cops Nicky, you might be getting a visit from them soon!”

“What the hell are you talking about, you crazy bi-“

“I might have stumbled across a body in the woods.”

“…”

“Nicky? DId you hear me? I said-“

“What do you mean you stumbled across a dead body?!”

“Well,you see, I was taking a stroll in the woods -“

“What the fu-“

“Shh, Nicky! You’re ruining the story!”

“Jenny, be serious. I mean it Jen, be serious, did you actually find a dead body in the woods?”

“Sure -“

“Where? Jesus Christ Jen, If you’ve found a dead body, you need to call 911 immediately,.”

“I will-“

“No, now! Get off the phone and-“

“You might want to hear the rest of my story first, Nicholas. It involves you and you’re part in the murder.”

“…”

“…”

“…what do you mean my part? Jen, what the hell are you talking about?…”

“I’m talking about you’re part in the murder, Nick! Come on, you’re better than this, keep up!”

“Jenny, I’m serious, what are you talking about? I haven’t killed anyone.”

“That’s not what the police will think!”

“What do you mean? Jenny, what have you done?”

“Nothing! Nothing that the cops can prove anyway. Now,, are you going to be quiet and let me finish my story?”

“…”

“……”

…”

“Good. So, like i was saying; I stumbled across a body in the woods Obviously a dump site, and quite conspicuous, you know?”

“No, i don’t.”

“Shh! So, I see this body, and you know what I think? Amateurs.So, I thought I’d help a kid out and finish the job, you know?”

“Jenny, stop! This isn’t funny.”

“Of course not, seeing as you could be going to prison for along time. Especially with a shoddy dump job like that.”

“Jenny…have-have you kill-“

And so, I was digging this whole, you see, when I thought to my self ; Jenny, do You know what would make this awwhole lot funnier? No, what? Implicating Nick in this! Genius, I know! So., I did!!”

“…”

“…”

“Jenny…what have you done…?”

“Do you know how easy it is to plant fingerprints when you finally get the hang of it?”

“…”

“Collecting DNA too.”

“…”

“And you’re wallet! So, easy to lose! Easy to lose and carrying you’re ID! So convenient! Can fall so easily out ofsomebodies pocket.”

“Oh my God, you’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Mm…some would say dead serious. Get it?”

“…”

“SO, yeah, you might want to find a shovel and get you’re shit back…”

“…”

“Oh, and since I know you’re squeamish, you should know that I got bored half way through burying it. So, like, the top half of the body is still paartially exposed.”

“…I-I don’t what to think about this?…w-where?…”

“Oh, you know the woods behind the old Miller place? Yeah? About a hundred yards in, Underneath this bitchin’ tree fort. Whole place reeks of dope. You can’t. Miss it…really hope the Miller kids don’t sneak out tonight…would hate for them to-“

“Shut up, Jenny, just shut the fuck up! YOu’re lying,-you have to be lying! I-I. Can’t-“

“Well, you better make you’re mind up soon on whether or not I’m lying,; cause either way, I ‘m, leaving an anonymous tip tomorrow morning.”

“…”

“Oh, and. Nick?”

“…”

“Tell. Tony, he needs to unblock my number. This playing hard to get is. Really beginning to get boring.”

And with that, Jenny Sullivan, hung up. Happily placing her cell on silent as she set it on her nightstand as she rolled over and scooped the snoozing puppy on her bed,, up and onto her chest for celebratory snuggles.

Because Jenny Sullivan was a psychopath.

A psychopath that would do anything to get just a little attention from the people she cared about.

“Night, night, Sugarplum.”