Can you handle this?

When insanity takes over

I've been called many names, from bastard to killer. I've heard them all. But, I guess you're wondering why you're here, on this page. Were you looking for something scary? Did you come here out of curiosity? Or maybe looking for something that makes you think? Well, since I can't read your mind, I'm going to guess. You came to this page to read a creepy story. Now, whether or not you think this story is true or not, I'm going to tell you the story of my life.

I used to be the most bad-ass student at my school, no one dared to mess with me. Now, it's not that I was a bully or anything, it's just that had been taught not to be afraid of anyone. I was quite social even; I had a girlfriend, and best friends surrounded me. I had it all, until one day. One fateful day in the history of my life decided to happen.

It was my junior year in high school, every student was busy getting in missing assignments and talking to their teachers about what they could do for better grades in that class. I was one of those students. I had a missing assignment in English class, and I had to write a paper about America's most dangerous serial killers. I had chosen one, and started on the paper, but I never did finish it for some reason.

I re-read my paper, and did corrections on it. I looked up more information about the killer, and added that into my paper. After 2 days, it was finally finished; four pages of hard facts about a man who committed murders of all sorts had been completed. Now, at that time, I had just been born into the internet. After I finished my paper, I decided to go on various web-sites of chat rooms. After about an hour of that, I became curious on how those murderers managed to kill off however many people they killed. The one that most stood out to me was about a man back in the 1980s who killed about 100 people over the course of 2 days. The stories were gruesome, yet interesting.

Little did I know, I was on the path towards pure insanity. After about two days of reading up on that killer, I became...a different person. I smiled randomly during class, and it was no ordinary smile either, it was the smile of a psychopath. After a few weeks, my friends and my girlfriend asked me to stop.

"Duran, please. You're freaking us out with that smile," they said.

"Stop trying to change me, I know what I'm doing!" I responded.

They stood in shock of what I had said. They backed off, and ran away. I noticed that I was suddenly emotional. They had pissed me off, but that wasn't the Duran that I knew that responded, at least the Duran I thought I knew.

A few days later, my girlfriend broke up with me. I remember exactly what I said after she told me.

"She just can't handle the new me. The better me," I said out loud.

I took a walk in the park, saddened about what happened just moments before. Then, this group of guys walked up to me. They must have thought I was weak, seeing the tears strolling down my eyes.

"Hah, guys check this faggot out!" the one in equal height to me said.

"Oh? He looks new around here, c'mon guys let's give him our warmest welcome we can," the second one said, a bit taller than me.

"Please, leave me alone," I asked in a frail, insecure voice.

"Oh, look he's gonna start crying again!" the first said, looking like he was about to laugh.

"Stop, stop it right now," I said instantly, now with a stronger tone.

The bully backed off a bit, then walked straight up to me.

"Oh yeah? What're you gonna do about i-" he said before the tightest grip I could muster wrapped around his throat.

"I said...leave me alone" I smiled, insanity kicking in.