¡psycopath!

... Silence. All there was was silence. this is my world. Quiet. This is me. The quiet girl. The one you exclude from the games. The one you push to the ground and hope to god she runs away crying. That's me. I don't run away and cry behind the bushes. I'm the quiet girl who stands back up and kicks your ass. because I know why your a dick. You were the one that was once in my place. your the one my older brother damn near killed in the hospital parking lot. I can tell because you still have the twitch every time I look at you. every time you see me you see my brother. Damn. Jake did a hell of a job. I'm glad. I'm glad because my parents died l. I'm glad because Jake stabbed you seven times in your stomach. I'm glad he left the rest of you for me to finish. as you cowered down infront of me I didn't feel bad for you. I was GLAD! Yelling at you through barred teeth as the three guards had forcefully, unsuccessfully tried to rip me off of you. As you lay there pulling at your shirt that was still in my hands. As I got tugged at a wicked smile spread across my face. I saw tears form as you tried to blink them back. Your friend "Oscar" came over and tried to wrench your shirt out of my cold hands. I made eye contact with him. As you finally passed out from lack of oxygen I let go. I was laughing uncontrollably as I got pulled away. I can see my parents now. I'm inching closer to... death.

And I'm GLAD!

[hi this is greendayluv from kik this is my first story on wattpad and I am hopping you guys like this. so many of my friends new and old love horror movies and stories and its them that pay no attention to me when I show them what I can do. so I've been working on this. Hope you guys like this and can give me a heads up when I start get boring. Kay c ya]

In a psychologist study room waiting. I stare up at the camera not well hidden up in the ceiling fan as the blades go arond and around. creek the door goes as as doc comes in. her heels go click clack click then snap as she breakwater a heel and falls on the rug. "ugh. I hate these shoes" doc says as she kicked her bright, scuffed up heels into the corner of her study room. "hey. So whats the matter this time sweet cheeks." Doc said as she sat in her rolling chair and scooted up to her desk covered in picture books. I've known my psychiatrist long enough to know that she can't stand to be in a room without picture books or pop ups. Some thing we have in common. "well, doc, lets see I got an A+ on the poem and a B- on the artwork in art class. And as far as the hospital is telling me, I almost killed AJ." I told her. Doc looked at me sadly for a sec the she looked confused."AJ? AJ the one I had to counsel your brother about? That AJ?" she asked still confused...clearly "yup" I said proudly and disappointingly."ah" doc sighed"That boy just seems to piss every one off don't he, sweet cheeks?"

"Ya.. Every one in my family. Did you know that his uncle killed my Mama and Papa?"

"Oh, really? how do you know this and why haven't the police found this out yet."

"because I was there and AJs uncles gunna get bad karma in his soul." I let a deep growl excape my throat and I got the look I've been dieing for my whole life. the look of shear terror.