Mentally Unstable (A Jacob Perez Love Story)

Getting To Know A Psycho

-Jacob's POV 

~-~LATER THAT NIGHT~-~

I was sitting in my room bored as hell. God, I hate this place. I decided to try to take off the straight-jacket again.  

I tried until I got tired, which didn't take long. I'm so weak right now. I don't know if they forgot about me, or if they purposely didn't feed me, but I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. 

Just one more reason to hate this place.. 

I heard the door open. I looked over, only to find that girl from last night sitting there. Again.. what the hell? 

I stared at her for a few seconds. She didn't say anything, she just stared blankly at me... It was like she was deep in thought. "What. The. Actual. Fuck." I said out loud. 

She snapped out of her thoughts. She looked at me, then looked down. "Why are you in here?" I asked. I was getting annoyed by her silence. She looked at me again. "S-sorry... you... you just seem so.... interesting" she said so lowly that I could barely hear her. 

"What?" I said utterly confused. I'm... interesting? Who the...? How the...? Most importantly, why the..? Why would she think that? 

"I said you're interesting" she restated louder. I could hear the slight annoyance in her voice. "Why do you think that? You don't even KNOW me!" I exclaimed. She shook her head. "Well..... I know what I've been told about you, Jacob" she said. 

"And what exactly have you been told about me?" I asked. I guess they told her my name, so I'm not gonna question it.  

"I know that you killed you parents.. I know you committed cannibalism.. and I know you did this at the age of 12. And you did some jail time for that. Eventually, you wound up here" she stated matter-of-factly. I chuckled. "If you only knew.." I mumbled. "What?" she said. Must not have heard me.  

"What's your name?" I asked "Shayla"  

"Okay, Shayla.. seriously, is that the only reason you're in here?" I asked her. I really wanna know why she's in here. No one's allowed in here but the nurses.. They don't allow anyone but them in here with a Psychopath. 

"Umm.... I kinda... wanted to.. get to..... know you. Like personally. I... I cant explain it but.." she trailed off. I couldn't understand this girl. My head is full of 'why's. WHY does she want to get to know me? WHY does she find me interesting? WHY am I actually, Slightly, enjoying her being here? 

Against my first instinct, I said "What do you want to know?" Come on, though. No one but the nurses ever come in here.. I get lonely. Oh, and I may not seem like a psychopath now... but wait until you hear my story. I'm unusually calm right now. I'm too weak to do anything. But, if I get mad there's no telling what I may do... 

Back to the subject, "Everything" she said getting a little closer to me. "No.. ain't nobody got time fo' that" I told her. She gave me a look. "Fine... then can I at least know the story of how you wound up here?" she asked hopefully. 

"Okay. Well... I was actually supposed to be a child prodigy. I always acted like the perfect little child. And I made everyone believe that I was. But, it was just an act. I used to spend alot of time in my shed. It was locked, and only I had the key to it. Anyway, I would spend almost all my free time in there. Seems innocent right? WRONG. All I ever did in there was dissect and scheme. I'd dissect any small animals that I could catch. It... was so compelling. I usually was only able to catch squirrels of birds, but sometimes I caught bunnies, cats, dogs, even frogs. Call me a terrible person if you want... I don't care. I have no emotions. I cant feel love, happiness, sadness.. the only thing I can feel is physical pain." I told her. I still dont know why I'm telling this stranger about my life story. But, I guess it wasn't that bad.I actually want to see her reaction to my story. So, I continued, "The other thing I did was scheme and plan. I planned out the death of my dad. My mom just got caught in the crossfire. I was just sick of my dad. Every single little thing he did made me sick" I said. Well, it was more like a growl at the end.  

"It was planned one night, when my mom was supposed to be working late. I was in my room. I held a blade in my hands, wondering when will be the right time to strike. Eventually, I made my move. I went outside to the fuse box and cut off the power and cut the phone lines. I walked back into the house and crept upstairs, making my way to where my dad slept, unaware of his fate. I slowly opened the door, trying not to wake my dad. I went over to the bed and held the blade tightly in my hand. 

"I drew the blade up and forced it down into his chest. I didn't kill him, though. Not yet anyway. I wanted him to suffer.. I wanted to hear his scream of agony. That's exactly what I heard, too. He let out an ear piercing scream. It woke my mom, who I didn't know what there. She looked over and saw the knife I was holding buried into my father's chest. I forced the knife deeper, stabbing him in his heart and killing him. I took the bloody knife out of my dad's dead body. I looked at my mom with the knife in my hands. I weighed my options. If I let her live, then there is a good chance of the police finding out about this. It's not that I hated my mom. In fact, she was one of the only people I didn't hate. Not that I loved her. I don't feel love. Well, I killed her, too 

"After a few days, I dragged their bodies to the basement. I lived down there with the dead bodies of my parents. I started to get really hungry. I had no money to use, and my parents had spent all of theirs right before I murdered them. I had no choice. I ate my parents.. but there was one mistake I made when I did. See, the neighbors noticed a rotten smell coming from my house. They called the cops who came to investigate. They had no lead on me.. because I knew how to hide a destroy evidence. They took me into the police car to take the 'perfect little angel' to the station for questioning. When I got into the car, I started feeling sick. 

"I threw up in the car. After scanning my vomit, they discovered traces of human blood and human flesh in it. They found that the blood and flesh had come from my parents. I was later figured out. They found some evidence against me. I was sent to Juvie. My mental state was eventually looked in to. I was diagnosed as 'Psychotic'. I was shipped here and I've been in a padded cell ever since" I finally finished my story. 

Her face showed no emotion. She sat there taking in what I just told her. Shayla smiled and started to talk before the door opened. The nurses came in and, again, Shayla had to leave.  

Damn... I actually kinda... liked her in here.. I actually didn't want her to leave. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? Why do I actually want her to come back tomorrow? I shouldn't feel like this. I don't even have feelings! Must be all in my head..... right?