The Life of a Psychopath

Chapter Three

     I've been in the principals office for three hours now. Two hours ago, I stopped screaming and forgot a lot of what happened. I only remember standing at the whiteboard in class, and then everything is really fuzzy. Both of my parents have been called, and they've been talking to the principal for a while now. Nobody has told me anything.
     I sigh and pull my knees to my chest. I know I'm in a lot of trouble. I'm not sure why though. Every once in a while, someone will look through the small window on the door. To check on me. They always look slightly scared. I'm guessing I did something really bad. Something worse than I've ever done.
     Finally, someone walks in. Its the principal. I quickly stand up and start walking closer to him, but he tenses, so I keep my distance.
     "Um... H-hi." I say quietly. My voice is hoarse from screaming so much. The principal gives me a curt nod. "Hello." He replies. We stand in awkward silence a moment. Finally, the principal speaks up.
     "Do you know what you have done?" He asks me. I shrug.
     "I can't remember anything." I say honestly. The principal nods again.
     "You told your teacher and classmates that they were going to burn in hell right after you-" He starts, but I interrupt him.
     "Right after I wrote it on the board..." I say. Suddenly, I remember everything. I start to feel a little sick. Why did I do any of that? I look at the ground and bite my lip. The principal sighs.
     "You're going to be suspended for twenty eight days." He says. I look up at him, my eyes wide. Twenty eight days? The longest I've ever been expelled is a week. This was not going to go down well with mother and dad. The principal walks out of the room and tells me to follow him. I do as he says. As I walk into the office, everyone looks over. There is a lot of tension in the room. I get the strangest urge to grin wickedly, but I ignore it. The principal hands me my book bag. I look around for my parents, but only see dad. He looks tired.
     "Where's mom?" I ask. I'm kind of relieved that she isn't there.
     "She left." Is all he says. I nod and follow him out to the car. I get into the passenger seat and buckle my seat belt. Dad gets in and starts the car. We sit in silence for about five minutes. Finally, dad drives away from the school.
     ".... Why did you do all of that?" My dads asks me. He sounds a little sad. I shrug.
     "I don't know. I..... I just...." I look out of my window, unable to find an acceptable answer. My dad sighs.
     "You snapped. I knew this would happen. I shouldn't have let her have custody of you, dammit!" My dad says angrily. I look at him, slightly confused. I snapped? I'm about to question him, but he pulls into the driveway. I get out of the car and run into the house. My step mom, Nicole, sees me, and she immediately hugs me. I hug her back.
     "Sweet child.... Are you okay?" She asks. She has tears in her eyes. I nod.
     "I'm fine. Just expelled for twenty eight days." I say quietly.
     "I know. I heard about everything. Your brothers are home, they only had a half day at school." She tells me. I walk into the back room and see Wayde and Max. My step brothers. Wayde looks up at me and sighs. He is only six months younger than me, and I consider him my only friend. I hear Nicole and dad fighting about me in the background. Nicole wants him to go back to court and get custody of me, but dad claims that its too much money. 
     "Hey. Let's go outside." He says. His blue eyes hold a look of pity. He gets up, and I follow him outside. We have a huge two acr yard. Wayde and I walk to the back, and sit on a fallen tree.
     "Everyone thinks I'm crazy." I whisper, more to myself than to him. Wayde shakes his head, His thick brown hair falling into his eyes.
     "Not true." He states. I look down at my hands and sigh.
     "It is true. I went crazy today. I told everyone at school that they would burn in hell... And last night I... I hit my mother with a shelf." I tell him. Wayde looks at me. Fear flickers across his face for a split second.
     "Those are bad things.... But it doesn't mean you're crazy..." He tries telling me. I look over at him. I can tell he doesn't believe what he just said. I crack my fingers.
      "That's a bad habit. You could get Artemis." He says. I laugh.
      "Artemis? I think you mean arthritis. Dummy." I shove him lightly and he shrugs, laughing.
      "Same thing." He claims while laughing.
      "Is not!" I laugh,shoving him again. He shoves me back, and we both laugh. Our laughter dies down, and we sit there smiling for a bit.
      "Hey. I want to tell you something. But you can't tell anyone else." I say seriously. Wayde nods.
      "Alright. Pinkie promise." He says, holding his pinkie out to me. I hook my pinkie with his and take a deep breath.
      "Okay. Recently, I've been having really bad thoughts. Like killing people. I try to push them away but.... I'm starting to not be able to control it." I tell him, my voice a little shaky. I look him in the eyes, and I can tell he's a bit frightened.
      "Well.... Maybe...." He's at a loss for words.
      "Maybe I really am crazy?" I finish for him, a note of bitterness in my voice. He hesitates before nodding a bit. I feel like punching him in the face.
      "I'm not crazy, Wayde. I'm normal. Like you." I tell him sternly. Wayde nods unsurely. I'm getting angry. Before I can do anything, however, Max runs outside.
     "Alex! Mom and dad need you!" He yells. Max is nine years old and incredibly annoying. He also likes to get other people in trouble. I groan and get up. "You coming?" I ask Wayde. He shakes his head no. I sigh. He thinks I'm absolutely insane. I turn around angrily and walk back to the house. As I push open the door, I get a really bad feeling. I walk in and see Nicole and dad sitting on the couch.
     "Is.... Something wrong?" I ask, slightly worried. Nicole gives me a forced smile.
     "Well, I don't think so. We just... Honey, you are going to be sent away for a couple of days. To be evaluated." She explained. I cocked my head to one side. "Evaluated? Sent away? Where?"
     "A.... Special hospital." She says. I widen my eyes.
     "A mental hospital?!" I ask, my voice rising. Nicole and dad exchange nervous glances.
     "It'll only be for a couple of days. Just... After what happened today..." My dads sentence trails off. I clench my fists tightly. My nails dig into my palms, drawing blood. Anger and fear overwhelms me.
They think I'm psychotic. They think I'm losing my mind.

((I would like to quickly thank AsheCorinthos for being my spell check~ Thanks mate!))