Lemuel Angelo Santos is a nursing student who didn't believed that he is a psycho, and killing animals was just his hobby. His first human murder was supposed to be simple-a practice run, targeting a defenseless patient in a psychiatric facility. Wh...
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A Psycho in Disguise
"How's your therapy with Dr. Parco?" Mom asked curiously, though she didn't look at me as we ate dinner together.
I wore the familiar mask I always donned at home, turning to her with a sweet smile on my lips. "Ayos, naman po mama. Ang totoo nga po niyan, gumagaling na raw po ako."
I nearly gagged internally at the lie I just told. They still think I'm sick, but as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with me. They just can't accept that I like murdering things that deserve it-like the barangay captain's dog. That wild, dangerous creature was just a threat anyway.
"Is that so?" Dad chimed in, joining our conversation.
I turned to him with a bright smile. "Yes, pa'."
"Kung ganon ay proud ako sa improvement mo, anak." he said, his voice filled with pride.
I lowered my gaze bashfully, pretending to be shy at his praise. This so-called improvement they keep talking about? It's fake. I'm already perfect, so I sometimes wonder what exactly needs improving. But honestly? There's nothing.
Dinner ended with Mom only speaking to me once. Not that I care, but I guess I've gotten used to her warm attention from when I was little.
I sighed as I entered my room after brushing my teeth and taking a quick bath. Was she upset that day I gave them both knives? Maybe she wanted a scalpel instead? Or perhaps the butcher's knife from our neighbor's house? I sighed again. Who knows?
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door, and my father entered, carrying a luggage.
"Anak, binili namin 'to ng mama mo kanina sa mall, para may magamit ka sa affiliation mo sa sabado." he said gently.
I watched as he approached and sat beside me. Oh great, another heart-to-heart talk. I rolled my eyes internally at the thought.
"Try to be patient with your mom," he began, placing a hand on my knee. "Ang totoo niyan ay hanggang ngayon, hindi niya pa rin matanggap 'yong sitwasyon mo."
I just stared into Dad's eyes as he spoke. His gaze was sincere, and his words felt genuine too.
"I understand, Dad. Kaya ko nga po ginagawa ito para po sa inyo, para hindi na kayo matakot sa akin." I replied softly, masking the truth that was really playing in my mind.
Mom thinks I'm a monster. She's scared of me, actually. Even if she doesn't say it, I can feel the fear radiating off her whenever we're together or when she talks to me. Well, I can't blame her. I'm beyond her-beyond them, and that is the kind of something to be afraid of.
"Alright then, get some rest," Dad said with a smile, patting my hair. "Bukas ko nalang iaabot sa'yo yung pera pambili mo ng gamit. Masama raw kasi mag-abot ng pera sa gabi." He left the room after that, and I just nodded.
