Writing Journal

[Short story] | Psycho 🖤

I think that this is one of my favorite stories. In my opinion it's close to 'shot' on the first place.

warnings [death] [blood] [murdering] [pain] [detailed]

There I felt it again. I felt the bloodthirsty part of me take over, not letting it intentionally and having no control over that murderous side of me. It was mysterious, leaving me no other choice but to feel curious about it.

Somewhere I could hear the figure in front of me begging for release since I had found a hold on their neck. My right hand, which was holding the individual's throat, only squeezed harder at the person's noises. Since I had tightened my grip I held them like that for a moment, before giving them their longed for release.

I lived for the heavy and struggly breaths the individual let out when they had fallen to the hard, stone ground. The figure's eyes read disgust and tiredness. Somewhere inside I knew I should have felt remorse, but the guilt was nowhere to be found.

Despite the bad state the individual was in already, I was not done with them. Not yet. I squeezed my dominant hand into a fist, aiming right for their face. All the power I had in my body travelled to my hand, being certain to give them the most painful punches they had ever felt. Blood was getting everywhere, making it only harder to control myself and not kill them. Cause again. I was not done with them. Not yet.

My hand reached for the object that was attached to my tight, while the person was still coughing up blood and having trouble to breathe.

With the dagger in my right dominant hand, I held it up against the side of his neck, drawing circles around his throat and cheek. I had killed countless of people with that dagger already, but this one was different. This one was personal. At the thought only, I accidentally started to slice open some skin. The more blood I saw streaming over the figure, the more I fell into my addiction again.

I left cuts everywhere and only making them deeper and deeper. I did not listen to the begging anymore and felt my bloodthirsty side grow and grow. Almost everything close by was painted with the red liquid from the person's body.

I held the dagger now dangerously close to his aorta, excitement running through my whole body. I could see in his eyes, that he knew what was coming. With a rapid motion, I shoved the blade through his skin, cutting their main artery. All the anger that had bottled up inside, could finally leave my precious body for once. Therefore I only needed to kill the source.

I whispered my last words into the individual's ear, spitting them out like venom and making sure that I was the last thing on his mind.

reading time [02.15]
word count story [450]
word count total [500]