Mental Homicide m.c. [A.U.]

Chapter 5

Michael (*evil laugh*)

What is it about her?

Every time I am around her I feel....different. I don't have the usual urge to make her unhappy. She is different from every other person I have ever seen. All it takes is for me to look at her eyes once and then I feel totally different. My stomach gets queasy and my heart start pumping faster.

I wanted it to stop. So at lunch earlier today I tried what I usually do when I meet someone new, rain on their parade. Our conversation was getting to comfortable and those feelings were increasing. And it was making me uncomfortable so I stopped it. I told her I hated her and she was annoying. Any normal girl would run off crying, but again, she was different. She fought back like it was her second nature and unfortunatley.....the feelings only increased.

When she said she was looking for a way to get to a job interview I had a strong urge to take her myself. I tried pushing it down but when she was down stairs I gave in and offered her a ride. I was very surprised when she declined my offer but then she explained why and I understood her. She was merely stating facts and listening to her gut.

The feelings first started when she appeared at my door. She looked nervous and concerned, but also very tired. I was equally tired, I had stayed up all night playing video games and when I unintentionally screamed at the TV she came rushing to the door shortly after. It was odd how she just rushed here without thought.

Dixie is quite pretty but I would never admit to thinking so. She has nice dark brown and long hair with hazel eyes that are framed by huge geek glasses. She looks like she would come up to my shoulders in height. She isn't skinny but she definitely isn't fat either. She is beautiful to be honest.

I have never felt this way before, it is so odd. I know that I am not normal. I have an 'illnesses'.

I am mentally homicidal.

It means that I want to kill the mental state of every single person I see. I want to make them unhappy for the rest of their life. I can't help what comes out of my mouth sometimes. When that happens, the words that I say instantly strip the person of their self confidence.

But with Dixie, I feel different. I don't feel like I have to make everyone sad.

It is even weirder because we have only known each other for about 3 days and I want to know her. I want her to trust me with all of her secrets. I want to know why every time I see her she has bags under her eyes. I want to know why she doesn't make eye contact with others unless they make the first move. And I REALLY want to why, out of all the people at Bay View High, she had to pick the biggest jerk of all. Calum Freaking Hood. 

He is the mainstream popular guy, captain of the soccer team, and every girl swoons over him. But with Dixie he acts like he is just another guy in high school. I think he is playing her and if he does then.......someone better pray for him. 

The way I feel makes me confused. I am the most hated guy in Bay View, because I have no emotion. I am incapable of feelings. Or so I thought.