taehyung
I smiled as the dead corpses' blood pooled around my black shoes.
People say I have a mental problem because I like killing people. I just like to think that I'm bringing them to a better place.
I only smile when I see the blood oozing out of their lifeless bodies. I'm what you call the 'emo' kid in school. I don't wear all black or wear thick eyeliner though. I look like your average 17 year old boy.
I started to have this urge to stab someone when I was 10 years old,I did kill someone at that time though. To my amazement, the guy thanked me for stabbing his eye out with a fork. He smiled and his eyes closed shut forever. From then on, every person I kill thanks me before their eyes shut permanently. I feel appreciated at that moment. Like someone finally acknowledeges me. I have no idea why they thank me when they're meeting their doom but I could care less. I was finally being appreciated.
"Goodbye lovely one."
The young boys' lips curled into a small smile as a silent 'thank you' was heard and his dark brown orbs shut under those lids forever.
I laid his body to rest around the small bed of flowers I had made specially for him since I had gotten pretty close to him in the past couple of days.
The boys' name was Jinyoung. He was a sweet little boy who wanders around the park hoping to find a new friend to play at the sandbox with. I had been the one to play with him, seeing that he gets rejected by the stupid little kids who think they own the whole damn playground.
I bought him ice cream and made sand castles, held his hands and fed the fishes, carried him and sang loudly with him. It was fun. I want a son when I grow up. I'd name him Junior. Why not right? It's cute.
However, when night fell, I had the familiar urge to stab someone. Jinyoung was sound asleep on my lap with cotton candy ice cream leaking out of his mouth and onto his hands. I looked down and my eyes widened. It was him and I knew it.
With Jinyoung still asleep, I carried him into an abandoned building and laid him there.
"Urgg Taetae..?"
Before his eyes could fully open, I stabbed his heart and quickly looked away, not being able to bear seeing the sweet child in pain. His mouth gurgled with blood and his body tensed up, trying to distribute the pain from his chest throughout his body.
"I'm sorry baby.."
I twisted the knife and took it out, causing more blood to splurt out. His body collapsed in my arms and he looked up at me, face messy from the blood.
"Thank you.."
He smiled and his eyes peered into mine one last time before shutting.
For 7 years, I had not been close to any of my victims. Until Jinyoung came along. I'm going to miss him so much.
Without any emotion, I left the building.
I don't have to worry about the mess I had created. It always gets cleaned up, strange but at least I don't have to go through the trouble of carrying a heavy and smelly body.
I enter my house and was shocked to see two doctors sitting on the couch along with my parents.
"Mum? What's going on?"
"Kim Taehyung, your parents are sending you to the mental institution. We found a variety of knives and a rope in your room. Don't even try to run away because we will sedate you."
One of the doctors spoke up and my hands were suddenly being put behind my back. I turned my head slightly to the back to see a heavily muscled man holding me.
