The Life of a Psychopath

Chaper Two

     My alarm rings a few hours later, around six a.m. I groan and turn it off angrily. I lie in bed for about five minutes, slowly remembering everything that happened last night.
I nearly killed my mother.
Guilt sits in my stomach, like a heavy stone weighing me down. Slowly, I slide out of bed and pull on a pair of dark jeans and a white T-shirt. I quietly shuffle into my moms bedroom. She's still out cold. Sighing, I walk into the kitchen and think about making toast. Instead, I decide to skip breakfast, just like I have been doing for the past few months. I take a long, hot shower, and try to ignore all the negative thoughts weighing on my mind. Once finished with my shower,  I go back into my room, grab my black hoodie and book bag, and then run out the door.
     As soon as I step outside, cool October wind hits my face, sending chills down my spine long, dark brown hair whips around my head, and I pull it out of my face. I pull on my hoodie and put the hood up. The wind cuts through the fabric of my hoodie, but I'm pretty sure that's not why I feel so cold. Sighing, I saunter down the street. The events of last night are the only thing on my mind. I grit my teeth as anger wells up inside of me. If my mother could just stop drinking, none of that would have happened. It's her fault. After about ten minutes of walking and thoughts fueled by anger, I reach the school building. I stand outside the doors and sigh.
     "Maybe I could just skip school. I'm already late, anyhow. I doubt anyone would notice. Or care." I say aloud to myself. I shake my head and push open the doors. I walk into the school office. A pale, fat woman with bright blond hair and black,thick framed glasses looks up at me and gives me a fake smile that I'm sure she has practiced dozens of times. Her name tag reads "Rhonda". The smile falters slightly when she realizes it's me she's dealing with.
     "Hello... Alex." She says hesitantly. She has a slight southern drawl and a light voice. "Late again, are we?" I scowl at her. She always sounds like she is mocking me.
     "Yeah. I was mugged by a man in a frog suit. He wanted all my homework. It was an interesting encounter, to say the least." I say smugly, smirking. At this point, Rhonda's smile had faded completely.
     "Being late to school isn't funny, young lady." She says sternly. My lips twitch with unspoken words. I would love to tell her what I really think about her, but I've done that before, and I ended up spending the evening in detention. Rhonda sighs and writes my name down in some stupid notebook.
     "Here's your hall pass. Try getting to school on time tomorrow." She says.
     "Try losing some weight... Pig..." I mutter once I leave the office. I trudge down the school hallways until I make it to my locker. I halfheartedly throw in my book bag. I slam the door shut and start to jog down the hallway to class. Slowly, I turn the door knob and awkwardly stumble in. Everyone's eyes are on me, and I silently curse at all of them. Can't they just pay attention to their work and let me slide into my seat?
     "Alex. You're late." My teacher, Mrs.Booke, says without even looking up at me. A boy in the front row snickers.
     "As usual." He says. Laughter sweeps across the classroom. I dig my nails into my palms. Mrs.Booke waves her hands and the class quiets down.
     "Alex, take your seat. We were just about to work on mathematics." She says. I walk to my seat, people shoving me and trying to trip me the entire way there. Finally, I reach my desk, and I sit down, slumping into my seat. Mrs.Booke draws an equation on the board and starts to explain things. I sigh and look out the window, wishing I could push Mrs.Booke out of it. Quickly, I push that gruesome thought out of my head. I lean forward and grab my pencil and start sketching on my homework.
     "Alex!" My teacher snaps. I look up, startled slightly. "I've called your name eight times! Please go down to the office, your mother is on the phone." Mrs.Booke says,her voice colder than ice. I look up at the clock. It's 9:30 a.m. About an hour and a half has passed. I stand up and walk out of the classroom. As I stroll down the hallways, I shove my hands into the pockets of my hoodie. Why would my mom be calling? Usually, its the office calling her. Or, on those rare occasions, calling my dad. I walk into the office, slightly worried. Rhonda sees me and hands me the phone.
     "H-hello?" I say.
     "Alex. What did you do to me?" My mother spits on the other end of the line. I gasp quietly.
     "What.... Do you mean?" I ask, trying to act confused.
     "I mean why am I bruised and my head hurts. What the hell did you do?" She hisses.
     "You were drunk..." I whisper, my voice quivering.
     "Why do you say things like that about me? I am not a drunk. I don't even drink."
     "...But... You were...." My chest feels heavy, and I feel tears forming in my eyes. My mother snarls.
     "Stop accusing me of things. You're lying, Alex." She states matter of factly. Before I can get in another word, she hangs up on me. I hand the phone back to Rhonda. She looks at me curiously.
     "Everything okay?" She asks. I shrug nonchalantly, even though nothing is okay and I want to break down in tears. Rhonda goes back to her work, not giving me another thought. I walk back to class, acting like everything is fine. As soon as I walk into my classroom, my teacher yells at me. "Alex! Get up here and find all the errors in this paragraph!" She crows. I bite my tongue and stare at the white board, a marker in my hand. I'm great at this, I just don't like being ordered around. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then, quickly scrawl "You are all going to hell" across the board. Mrs.Booke snatches the marker away from me, and the classroom is filled with startled gasps. A small smirk plays across my lips. I've scared them. I decide to play into their fear and scare them more. What have I got to lose? Grinning wildly, I start to laugh.
     "Burn in hell! All of you!" I scream. Something bubbles up in my chest, and I feel powerful and completely in control. Fear flashes through my classmates eyes, and I love it. Mrs.Bookes eyes are wide.
     "Go to the office, now!" She says. She's trying to sound stern, but her voice falters. I laugh and bow.
    "As you wish, dear teacher! I hope you all enjoy your final hours on thus planet, cause soon you'll all be dead!" I scream as I run out of the classroom. I skip down the halls, a huge, psychotic grin plastered to my face. I burst into the office and laugh. "Hello, Rhonda dear! You'll soon be bacon!" I laugh again at my own joke. Rhonda takes in my wicked smile and the look in my eyes. She starts shaking and she calls for the principal. The principal runs in and grabs me, pulling me into an empty office. I laugh maniacally as he slams the door shut and locks it.
     "Burn in hell! You're all going to burn in hell! You worms! You're no better than I am!"