Diary of a psycho

January, 3

I wake up at 6:00 and creep to the fridge and pour some cereal and drown it with months old milk. I gulp it down and suddenly I hear a screech like nails on a chalkboard. I count, -1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9__
Stops.
I throw on some slacks from my hamper and a t-shirt along with my rusty broken-in boots. A Flash back from my past start flooding and taking over my mind...
Jason! What are you doing?! My X-mother shouts till her lungs burst. Long story short, I killed my brother by giving him a bath. I drowned him on purpose because he was the center of attention all the time. He was only 6 years old, but boohoo. For once I wanted to be the angel child but according to my mom I was the devil. I smirked and felt a satisfaction that I never felt before. So I proceeded to make my mom and daddy love me but they neglected me. So I got pissed and killed my mother and father in a car crash. I knocked her in the head with a pan I hid in my coat pocket. I wanted to die with them but I didn't somehow, I survived. Then, at that moment The moths that I hold in my soul entered me and lifted me up to make me stronger. It was fate, so I decided to remake my family and make them love me and fill in the ditch in my heart. Here I am now lurking in the shadows at the Newbury hospital. Which is where my beautiful Cira is at work, She is an intern. I shake off the voice's warning and walk inside the hospital acting as if I'm lost. I look around for the familiar face that is constantly pictured in my head. I find her and my heart immediately stopped and vaporized into nothing and I couldn't mentally breath I needed to sit down. I was hyperventilating, it felt like someone was clenching my throat and was decreasing the air pressure in the room. I knew it was time to let her know I exist. I need to make her fall in love with me before I make her mine. So I took a pause and walked with confidence towards her.

"Hey again" I said amused.