The Life of a Psychopath

Chapter Four

Blood collects in my hands. Nicole gasps softly and grabs my wrists.
     "Alex! Unclench your fists! Right now!" She yells. I open my eyes and glare at her. Reluctantly, I open my fists. Nicole pulls me to the bathroom, wets a cloth, then starts gently cleaning the blood off my hands. Tears slowly stream down her face.
     "We don't want to send you away, but this is why we have to. Just to get you checked out before this gets worse. We've noticed significant changes in your behavior. You've been really violent lately...We just have to get you checked out." She tries explaining to me. I ignore her. I don't care what they think. I'm fine. I've been acting the same way for the past eleven years and I'm not crazy. I glance out the window and see Wayde still sitting on the fallen tree. I grind my teeth angrily. He thinks I'm crazy too. My only friend thinks I've lost my mind. My step brother.
     Maybe he was never my friend to begin with.
     Nicole finishes rinsing my hands. She wraps some cloth bandages around both of them. "Okay... Listen to me. You're leaving tomorrow morning. You'll be back in two days. Everything will be fine." She says. I get the feeling that she is talking more to herself than to me. I nod and then walk out of the bathroom. I take a right, go upstairs, and then go left down a long hallway to a room all the way down the hall. My bedroom. I open the door and walk inside, sighing. I hate all of them. My mother, my dad, Nicole, Wayde, Max, Rhonda, Mrs.Booke, the principal.... Everyone. Nobody really wants to help me. Nobody cares. They all fear me. And I should kill them all.
     I widen my eyes. No. I can't kill them. That's wrong. I sigh and and lie down in bed. Within minutes, I drift off to sleep.

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"You should kill them all.
They think you're crazy.
They want to send you away.
They are scared of you.
You like that they are scared of you, don't you?
You like seeing the fear in their eyes.
The way they tense up, don't you love it?" A deep voice speaks. I'm in... Nowhere. I'm not in a room, or even a place. Just darkness.
"You're wrong..." I whisper to the voice. I hear laughter.
"No dear. I'm not wrong. I know you like to strike fear into others. And once you start killing, you will be even more satisfied. So do it. Kill everyone. Then set the house ablaze; let the fire finish them off. Watch the flames lick the sky and torch your family." Suddenly, I felt warm. Something flickered in the darkness. I heard a crackle, then a pop. A fire started to surround me. Fire overpowered the darkness, and I was being burned alive. I screamed for what seemed like hours as my skin was being burned off my bones.

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    I sit up in bed, barely able to breathe. I still smell smoke, and I still feel hot, even though it was all just a dream. I laugh quietly and pull my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth slowly. The clock says it's one a.m. Why was I never woken up and taken back to my mothers house? Slowly, I slide out of bed. There is a note on my nightstand, along with a grilled cheese sandwich.
"Alex, your mother called. She said she didn't want you back until you were evaluated. Here's a sandwich in case you get hungry. -Nicole."
     I crumple the note up and throw it across the room. How comforting. My own mother doesn't want me. I walk over to my window and look outside. Darkness stares back at me. I start feeling angry, then upset. Nobody loves me. My father doesn't try to fight for me. My mother loves her liquor more than me. Wayde fears me. Nicole might seem like she cares, but I don't believe her. I can't trust anyone. I narrow my eyes and grab my hoodie. I pull it on and then walk outside of my bedroom. I calmly strut into the kitchen and open the knife drawer. After examining each knife carefully, I choose two identical, sharp, black handled knifes, and then I make my way into my parents bedroom. I stand at the foot of their bed. Do I really, truly want to do this? Yes. I have to. This is fate. Taking a deep breath, I walk over to my father and plunge a knife right into his heart. His eyes flutter open for a split second, but then he's gone. I walk over to Nicole's side of the bed. She sleeps peacefully, her fluffy brown hair perfectly framing her face. I take the knife and, with one quick movement, slice open her throat. She doesn't flinch. I walk into the back room, where Max and Wayde sleep in two different beds. Max sleeps on his stomach. I walk over to him and stab him in the neck. He doesn't die immediately. His eyes open wide, and he makes a few choked sounds, but he dies in about half a minute. He always was stubborn. I walk over to Wayde. My best friend. Seconds before I stab him in the chest, he opens his eyes and starts to scream. I feel a twinge of guilt. "It's okay, dear friend. You'll be better off in the next life... I pinkie promise." Just before the light dies from his eyes, I hook my pinkie with his. It'll be better now. He won't have to live here with liars and fakes. I close his eyelids and sigh. The guilt quickly passes, and I go fetch a carton of gasoline from the garage. I sprinkle it around the entire house. Then, I light a match, go outside, and set the house on fire. It quickly turns into a large, raging fire. I feel the heat on my face, adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I know I have to go kill more. And I know exactly who my next victim will be.