Silence The Devil

Prologue

So I suppose you want to know why I killed him. I think everybody does well they would if they knew, that's what they would've wanted to know but nobody does except for my best mate, Liam. People might think that I'm a psychopath for doing what I did, but they don't want to believe that maybe I am just pure evil. They want to disassociate me with being human because they don't want to believe that a human so evil could exist. So, they diagnose me; some say that I am schizophrenic that I am living in a delusional world and that I cannot think clearly, that is not true. Some say that I am a psychopath; mentally unstable with an absence of empathy and criminal tendencies. The latter is true but the statement is false. I'm not bipolar, I'm not an alcoholic, I'm not schizophrenic, I'm not a psychopath, I don't have anger issues, I don't have an anti-social personality disorder. In fact, don't have any disorders, I am a perfectly capable and mentally stable human being. Perhaps, even more human than you are. Still, it doesn't change the fact that I did it. It doesn't change the fact that I killed my own cousin and I don't regret it. Not. One. Bit.

You might want to know who I am, but you'll find out later on. You can try to guess. Maybe you'll succeed. Maybe you won't. People want to know why I did it? Why would I even consider brutally murdering my own cousin. My own blood, my own family. You'll know sooner or later. They only know that I've killed my cousin, they don't know how many other people I've actually killed. They come to me asking to be murdered, what do I do? Leave them there to suffer in this sinful world? It would torture them less if I just killed them. How they even know who I am? I don't know, maybe I've gained a reputation for being London's youngest serial killer. The fact that I was so young when I killed someone may astound people. People who still think my cousin killed himself, how naïve. They associate children with innocence and purity. I was anything but innocent.

Everybody would want to know why I killed him, they think I am evil. Satan himself. But maybe I had a reason. Maybe he wasn't the angel that he sought out to be and maybe I hadn't killed him at all. But I had killed him and that's a fact. The reason for killing him I know for sure. I had a reason, I did, but I'm not going to tell you that yet. You'll find out later anyway or maybe you already have an idea of what happened. You'll find out whether you're right, you just have to be patient. Very patient. I'm a confusing person and I love confusing people so you'll probably have difficulty understanding me. But does it even matter? Not a lot of people understand me.

My cousin was not a good person. Wilfred Arlen Tomlinson, killed at 25. He was a pompous old prig, an asshole who dated girls purely for the purpose of sex. He was rich and a spoilt brat, the one mistake he made was hurting me. That would have to be the day that he regretted the most in his life but my oh my it was a good reason to end him. I always felt like choking him anyway. Ever since I was 10 all I've ever wanted was to see people suffer, it gave me great pleasure to see people struggling. It pleases me to know that they feel pain much like I felt that day. It satisfies me to know that they have no way of escaping, that they are fated to be doomed. At 11 I had my first kill, I killed a kitten. It made me feel powerful as the kitten screeched and mewled for help. The feeling of gratification as realization fell upon the kitten's face that it had no escape, that it was bought here to die, it felt like I owned the world. Like I finally had some control, at least an ounce of control over my life.

I will talk about my past in the future. It is the present we must address now. Right now, I'm stood outside Doncaster College staring at a particular boy. A particular boy with chocolate brown eyes, slight stubble, rock hard abs and a couple of tattoos. I wait till he meets my eye, when he does he smiles, his eyes crinkling up. I nod an acknowledgement to my best friend, Liam Payne. I've known Liam since I was 6 years old, he's been there for me through thick and thin. I've told him about everything that there is to know about me. He knows that I murder people, he knows what I do yet he sticks with me. I think he hopes that I get better somehow, that I finally let go of the past that has been haunting me my whole life.

My past, feelings. Those two things are the hardest to put into words. I envy people who can open up easily, it must be a blessing being able to talk about your feelings. Instead of locking up your heart and making your emotions thrash inside you like a caged bull. When they ask you how you are and you just have to say that you're fine when you're not really fine but you just don't want to get into it because they'd never understand. All you ever want to do in that moment is scream NO!! Can't you see I'm struggling? That I'm barely getting by? Don't you hear my muffled cries at night?

That's basically how a day in my life goes.

Wake up.

Get ready.

Work.

Eat lunch.

Pick up Liam.

Go on my usual stroll in the park.

Kill.

Dinner.

Bed.

XOXO

Authors Note

So first Larry story. Jeez. I think I'm gonna be pretty crap at this cause tbh I have school so not lot of time to do this. Also, I'm terrible at writing stories so yeah. Um this is gonna have a little bit of smut in this I guess but I've never written smut before so that's gonna be interesting. I'm really tired now and idk what to put in an author's note so there aren't going to be many of them. Mainly because I find author's notes kinda annoying myself and I don't know what to write in one anyway. There are going to be warnings at the top of the pages which have smut and you can skip them if you want to. Oh yeah and I'm gonna swear a lot in this book cause I swear a lot myself and I get in trouble for it but anyways. Yeah. I added a meme in this because um well I just couldn't help myself lol. I didn't draw that picture btw I just found it on Pinterest I think and I liked it so yeah. Oh and no hate to anyone mentioned in this story -except for Shitman Cowbell if I even decide to include he who must not be named- it's just a work of fiction and mostly just for fun and because I can and because I'm a Larry. Yass

Tara x