The Diary of a Teenage Psychopath #Completed

Chapter 25 - Up, Down

When Chester heard that I lost the baby, he left...

I think he blames himself for not pulling over but he isn't the one that jumped out of the moving car onto their stomach. I've lost Chester and when I came home mom was gone again. I don't think she will be returning this time. I don't think anyone will be coming back to check on me.

I was all over the news, I might possibly be going to jail but my lawyer said she would try to prove that I had a fear of hospitals. I don't care if I go to jail, there is nothing else to live for. There is no hope for me. No one will listen to my story and give me a chance. The lawyer asked if I could get Lincoln to testify to my fear of hospitals due to that one time he tried to have me visit Kyle. I told the lawyer Lincoln would never do anything nice for me as long as he lived.

I can't tell if I'd rather die or go to jail. A part of me wants to take the easy way out but it is harder now that I am becoming numb.

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January 13th,

Dear Simon and Baby Simon,

Lincoln called today, he wanted me to come over, so I did.

When he opened the door and let me in, the dinner table was set and there was a candle in the middle of a red table cloth. On the table were two plates, napkins with silverware and a bottle of wine. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath and a bow tie. His hair was cut lower than before, exposing the blue eyes I remember loving.

"You didn't tell me to dress up." I said awkwardly.

I didn't know what the occasion was or why a mood was set for this meeting but the recklessness in me came with the night of your death Baby Simon. What did I have to fear now? I wanted the worst thing that could happen to me to happen to me. I was on trial of possibly going to jail for murdering you Baby Simon, but that wasn't hard enough punishment. You deserved more than that. I rubbed my belly as if you were still in there. Lincoln pulled out my seat and I stared at the empty plate and candle. My face emotionless.

"What's the occasion?" I asked blankly.

He smiled a smile I use to love and opened the bottle of wine. I could smell it before it went down. It was sweet with a bitter after taste. I've had that type of white whine before.

Lincoln poured himself a glass as well, and sat down momentarily.

He raised his glass to mine and the two glasses clink.

"To the death of an unwanted child." He said pleased.

I froze.

It was exactly what I needed to send me off. I froze and a balloon of excitement exploded into my chest. I can't imagine my face, the terror he saw there before I even touched anything. In one motion I clinked our glasses together again, breaking mine in half. The glass broke in such a way that there was a very pointed edge with splinters still falling to the table. I held the glass firmly in my hand and in one swift motion stabbed it into his eye. Blood splattered against my forehead and nose as his body began to jerk and convulse, like I had hit a nerve.

He screamed out in agony and the sound made my heart jump with excitement. It was electrocuting. Every nerve ending in my body stood on edge.

More.

I took up the knife meant to cut whatever meat was to be place on the empty plate and got up from my chair calmly. I watched as blood spilled out over his white shirt and soiled dining room tiled floors. He tried to get up but he tripped, unable to see through his right eye and fell on the floor as his chair tipped over.

I stood over him, watching him struggle.

I used all my weight to sit on his lower half and as he fought with me, I stabbed the knife into the left side of his chest, hoping to hit his heart. I sound came from him that made my stomach turn and blood poured from his mouth momentarily.

I pulled the knife out as he stopped moving and watched the red liquid spew out, soaking his white, pressed button up. I raised the knife above my head and plunged it into his ribs. Then raised it again and plunged it into his lower abdomen. He was no longer moving now, but I continued until I felt like he had paid for what he said just a few minutes ago.

Up then down.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Have you ever heard metal ripping flesh? The sound was now music to my ear.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.