Psychoboy

what's yours, is mine

Next day
-Heading to school

I walked pass the trees as I rod in my bike. The sounds of the winds blowing made me angry. They are too loud for my liking. I hate it, I will never like it.

They wouldn't stop bothering me even if I was in my sleep. They will whispered to me something. Something that are huge and harsh and raw.

I even hate people inhale and exhale. Why people do that? Aren't the winds loud? Why did they even bother to make friends with the winds? I gripped my hands at the handles tighter, so tight that they can break anytime.

As I park my bike at the parking lot, I unbuckled my gloves and removed my helmet. I neaten my hair making it look like a bushes. I changed my gaze at the main door.

There she is, so beautiful that I can't breath properly. I sniff deeply to her perfume. 

Following my instincts, I walked fast toward her. Not pass or besides her but just behind her. I look at her hour-glass shaped body. I wonder how can she make me fall for her. I want her. I'm addicted to her and I even craving for her.

I licked my dry lips as I pulled out a pocket knife from my jacket.

I can't hold it anymore. I need her. I have to. I don't want to hurt her. I just want her.

Then, I pulled her hair and cut it the I run. I run into the forest. As I run I bring her hair to smell it. I sniff deeply, so deep that I saw a white dot in my eyes.

When I'm sure that I was safe, I stopped my steps. I giggled. 

I have her now, I can smell her scents and I'm very happy. My giggle turns to laugh, I did my happy dance. I put my hand in the air as I jumped. 

Then the winds blow hardly that it hit my body. It's so hurts, it's hurts so bad causing me to lose her hair. I panicked, the wind had take what's mine. My hand turns to a fist until my knuckles are white as ghosts.

I screamed, words can't describe how angry I am. Nobody take what is mine! I owned her. I own what's on her body and what is in her heart. I owned her! Everything about her is mine!

I let out a punch that it hit a tree. The pain. Its not the same as what i'm feeling right now. I punched again. Not satisfied with the pain in my hand I punched the tree again and again and again until I almost breaks my hand. I fell to the ground laughing softly.

The blood that covered both of my hand is hurting. I don't want them to flows. I mumble an apologize as my eyes starting to close. Then my world has come to me. They is known as evil.

They are what we call hell.