Psychopaths - m.p

꧁1. the beginning꧂

Its your fault that I have to act like this. I don't need you. No one.
- Me

!! I'm sorry if typed some words wrong

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  Y / N  P E R É Z

It all started the day I was on my way home with my father.
I had a tremor at school, something I've had a lot lately.

I had also noticed that I think differently, I had no empathy and joy. At least not a normal one.

I couldn't talk to anyone about it, they would think I was a psycho.

My dad kept telling me everything was gonna be fine, it gonna be shit.

Back to the car ride:
Dad: You are better
If he asks again, you'll push the handbrake
"No, no go out", I said to myself but so that my dad still could hear
Dad: what? How so? Are you fine?

I hit the handbrake and we had an accident, we stopped in the middle of the road and suddenly another car came from the side ...

I woke up in the hospital with my mother crying by my side.

Me: Mom?
M: Y / n, what happened?
Lie to her.
Me: Dad blacked out and hit the handbrake, then everything went black.

My mother was crying even more now, I just looked at her. I could feel no pity, no fear, and definitely no guilt.

I could only pretend.

Me: I'm sorry
M: Isn't your fault how are you?
Me: Okay, where is Dad?
M: I'm sorry y / n
Me: Oh, can I be alone?
My mother nodded and left the room.

I went into the bathroom, which was locked to my room, and looked at myself in the mirror.

I grinned.

How does it feel?
good

no. I killed my father and-
There is nothing you can do about it. It's not your fault that you are like this.

A few days later something else happened:

Me: Mom, I'm going for a walk
M: Okey, take care, I'm going to sleep, so take the keys with you
Me: I will

She went upstairs and I went to the little closet where the keys are, I took them and saw Matches (?) ...

Light them up.
What
Do it. Light them up.

I lit the matches and put them on the floor, I made about 10 pieces and distributed them in the living room and some on the front door too.

Then I went out quickly.

I went to the park and sat on the bench.

I grinned.

I don't want, I want to be normal again.
It does not work. You will never be normal.

I got a call from the neighbor because our house is on fire, I did my best to pretend I was worried ...

When I got there, the fire department was already there, and an ambulance.

Ich: W-what happened?
I asked with a fake stutter, a firefighter
F / M: Well the house burned down and we found traces. They were matches, the prints no longer exist because they were destroyed in the fire. Either it was suicide, which is not possible because the neighbor saw from the window that Ms. Peréz was in the room. Or someone broke in.
Ich: Oh, c-can I come with you?

The guy nodded. As if would buy that from him, he definitely knows something else.

I went in the ambulance and held my mother's hand.

Me: Everything will be fine, I'm here now.
The door closed and we drove.

The guy before, of course, did not tell me that I was the only suspect. The stalker next door probably saw that nobody came in after me.

This is your fault. If my mother had brought me into therapy right from the start, it would probably not be so.

After all, I killed a lot of living things. My cat. My dog. My goldfish.

I always managed to cover it up. I just enjoyed watching people suffer. I want you to show me the fear you have of me.

You don't forgot me, did you? You reached all thaz because of me.
No. No way.
of course you did, i'm in ur mind you can't hide. There are consequences.
That's fine with me. I have nothing left to love
Wait and see. Just wait and see.

Arrived at the hospital:

In the hospital room she was connected to devices, one for breathing, the other for eating, which she no longer needs anyway.

I squeezed the cable that gave her oxygen. And saw how she suffers. I cried. Why does this always have to happen to me?

Her heartbeat became more and more irregular, I could already hear the doctors but it was too late, I just looked at her pale corpse. Which was probably cold.

Police officers came along

P: We are hereby arresting you for the murder, Elisa Peréz, and the fire in the house of Peréz.
Me: Do it. Arrest me But someday, I'll get out, and then how are you going to save the world from that voice? Hm? It's not my fault, it's her * I pointed to my mother *, or what about this stalker? Hm? They can do it, but they know no more than anyone else. Nothing.

Nothing. This is what i feel It is empty, as if you were being shot down yourself, or if your pictures were leaked, if you were betrayed and betrayed. You feel the same way when you agree with this sick person who slowly possesses your concept.

... and that day, they decided to put Y / n Peréz in a psychiatric.

it may cringe you at first lol