~Psychopath~

PART 1

Warning:

⚠️Contains swear word and psychotic references, mentions of restraining and toxic behaviour ⚠️.

Read at your own risk.

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You were going to do it tonight.

He was never home early , so you can do it without him knowing, he doesn't need to know, not like he will let me even if I told him.

You had enough of this and it was time to take action- You couldn't keep doing this to yourself, it was like a mental torture, like sitting in a white room like the ones they have at the asylums to drive people to insanity. . It had to be done today and today itself. You were going to run away.

It was around 7pm during the cold months of December ; where light left the world, quicker than it could say hello. The rush hour was at its peak as people hurried past one another to get home and sit by the radiators . the cacophony of the chattering people by your usual coffee shop filled your ears ,as a feeling of nostalgia came over you, leading you to remembering your first memories with him.

“ i wish I could turn back time.. '' you said as you sighed and put you hands in your long, beige colour midaxi coat and nuzzle your face in your scarf, trying to retain as much heat as possible as you were walking the last few streets before you got “Home”

Before you know it you are in front of your were there. A feeling of dread over came you. Your head filled with many doubts as your subconscious thoughts of thousands of different scenarios in which this would fail, but your stubborn ass never listened. If you had a goal you would always do it not matter who told you otherwise

"I am only collecting my bag and immediately leaving, nothing else” you told yourself , as if you were giving yourself a pep talk or reciting a speech. You swiftly, yet quietly, took out your keys to open the door.

It was dead silent...
Like it should be..... Or so you thought.

You flicked the lights on, illuminating the living room with the French doors to your back garden behind the sofa. The TV was adjacent to the sofa and the dining room was opposite the TV. Your shared bedroom was up the stairs just before you entered the living room. Yout feet made its way up the stairs. " Why are the stairs so long? Were they always this long?" you asked as you started to break a sweat. Each step you made. You turned right to go to your room and opened your bedroom door with a creak, You hands faffed about the wall. In search of the light switch,
silently praying for the worst not to come.

The lights turned on...

Your eyes immediately widened as you stood there completely frozen. God didn't listen to your prayers, but instead the devil did. Your eyes clearly show fear and horror even though you tried to hide it. You were always bad at hiding your feelings.
Megumi swiveled around your chair and faced you, holding the letter you pre-wrote to him stating your well-written lie.

Your legs shaking Uncontrollably at this point. The only thing keeping you up was the support of the wall- that you leaned upon- and the bookshelf to your left which you rested your hand on. Your breath was shaking as your breaths were getting shorter as he stood up and approached you. You couldn't move  even if you wanted to.
His stare was scarier than it ever was; he was not the Megumi you knew.

" So you were to leave me, huh" he said in a low growl.

You looked away. You couldn't face him.. His arms slammed in either side of your head, caging you.

"look. At. Me." he demanded in a stern voice. I couldn't resist and looked at him dead in the eyes.
His eyes filled with pure rage. And a hint of fear. piercing your very own that continued to fill with anxiety. My heart was hammering against my ribcage screaming to let it out.