I Am Psycho

C'est Bon

To live in a fictional world, a dream. Something others would die for.

I can live without it.
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The school day ends quickly, Lou brings me to his home. I don't think she just decided to not come to school, she is prone to danger. Lou, is on my list of suspects, he is very casual. Like he knows something.

Once we're inside, the usual maid is not around, no, but there is a smell of Trinity, just a very light hint of her. My spirit lifts a little, I haven't seen her since the day before yesterday.

Lou turns to me, "She did spend the night here." He teased. I walk past him to locate where the smell is coming from, the same room where I neglected her. Lou's voice echoes through the corridor, "She's gone." My blood boils. Why is he telling me this? "Then where is she?!" I snarl.

"C'est bon. " A new voice enters the room, a low familiar voice that makes my skin crawl.

"Quelle ? " I answer just above a whisper. I look behind me to see the man who left me.

My father.

"N'êtes vous pas heureux avec moi ? " A pain in my heart develops. His words angered me. I know he did something, I don't want to know what he did this time.

I back away from him, "Où se trouve Trinity ! " He lightly chuckles, "Mort. Elle en valait la peine tenent à. Un sang très rare, si doux. Pas étonnant que vous occupiez depuis si longtemps. Vous ne voulez pas de couler vos dents et deguster une telle délicatesse extravagante ? Ou vous devez vouloir ... plus. Séduction ? Je savais que vous aimez jouer à des jeux, comme moi. En fait, vous êtes tout comme moi. Un jumeau pourrait on dire." He smirks. I'm hurt, deeply.

I squint my eyes, "I'm a better version at least! Not to kill people from the inside out! You really are heartless. I thought you would have changed over the years. I'll kill you now." I growl. His quick hands grasp my neck, he's too strong to fight.

"Informality will have to be added to the list, I didn't raise a perdant. You've always been the kill kill kill type. Not the mushy hopeless romantic, I just saved you from that. Because I love you." He simply says. "Is that, what love is?" I choke out. He smiles, "Damn right it is, my psychotic boy."

I slip into unconsciousness.

I feel broken.

Why?

To be normal. I honestly don't know what normal is.

I'm gone.
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