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 DID Patient
We reached the food court, and still, he hadn't let go of my arm. I tried to pull away a few times, but his grip tightened. He claimed I owed him for saving me from that creep in the restroom earlier. I never asked for his help so I guess, I don't owe him anything.
"Saan mo gustong kumain?" he asked, rubbing his stomach like a child.
I scanned the options, the vibrant colors of the signs blending into a blur.
"I don't know," I muttered, my gaze fixed on anything but him. The noise of the crowd started to irritate me, like a swarm of bees buzzing in my brain.
Narinig ko naman siyang napabuntong-hininga, halatang naiinis na pumunta sa bawat stall. He was checking the menus displayed above the counters, maybe trying to decide where to eat. After a few minutes, he walked back to where I was standing, a grin on his face like he had just solved a case.
"Mag korean food tayo ngayon, gusto mo?" he asked with childish excitement. "Mukhang masarap yung Bibimbob dun sa Mr. Kimbob," he added, pointing eagerly to the stall near the entrance.
I didn't argue. I couldn't care less. I just needed to sit down, my stomach gnawing at itself. I found a seat in the corner, away from the crowd, but just as I was about to sit, some idiot bumped into me, his tray of greasy food crashing onto my clothes.
A high school kid from our school. He sprawled on the floor, his girlfriend rushing over to help him, like they were in some ridiculous drama.
She came to me next, trembling, her voice barely audible as she stammered apologies. I didn't hear a word. My eyes were locked on the stains spreading across my clothes. My favorite clothes. I picked them out carefully this morning, and now they were ruined, tainted by this moron's carelessness.
They dared to flirt in the middle of the food court, and I was supposed to just accept it? My patience snapped like a brittle twig. I grabbed the guy by the collar and yanked him to his feet, my strength surprising even me. His eyes widened in terror, and I felt a twisted satisfaction as he struggled against my grip.
"H-hindi ako m-makahinga," he gasped, his face turning an amusing shade of purple as he clawed at my hand.
Good. Let him struggle. Let him feel just a fraction of the anger boiling inside me. My hand tightened, and his pathetic attempts to free himself grew weaker.
"This is what you get for ruining my day," I hissed, my voice low and dangerous.
My free hand gripped a chopstick from the table, the pointed end gleaming in the harsh light. One quick jab, and I could end his miserable existence. The thought thrilled me, sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. I was so close-so close to satisfying this hunger inside me.
But then a hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me. I turned, ready to lash out, but it was Aiahn, his eyes pleading with me, shaking his head slowly. His face was a mixture of fear and concern. He was worried, not about the guy, but about me. About what I might do.
