PSYCHOPATH [COMPLETED]

Youth

*A/N: This chapter would be flashbacks to the past of Isabelle and Paul! When the words are in Italics, they are not Belle talking, but the past. All conversations would be the same; Italics. Enjoy! ☺️

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They ran. Ran all the way. Out of school. Isabelle and Paul was killers. Paul probably wasn't, but damn it to hell, soon he was going to be.

They ran till they reach a solitude, their solitude; the woods. They clambered up a hidden staircase up a tree, where they sat on the branches.

Isabelle realized she was still holding Paul's hand and blushed, pulling away. But Paul's face was stoned.

"What are we going to do?" He asked, his voice loud and clear in the empty forest.

"I killed someone..."

"No, you didn't, Belle did."

"But, Paul! Belle...she is me! Don't you in understand?"

"I..." Paul raked fingers through his hair. "Are we the only ones? The ones that have freaking psychopaths in out head?"

"I don't know..." Isabelle replied, before staring off into the forest. Paul did the same too.

  Paul sighed. He was going to place his hand on Isabelle's hand, but pulled back.

For the next hour, they just say there in silence.

Thinking.

Reflecting.

Regretting.

*FLASHBACK TO WHEN BELLE ARRIVED IN ISABELLE'S HEAD.*

  *Belle's P.O.V.*

  Darkness surrounded me. I blinked. Where am I?

  I heard a giggling sound...a sound of happiness. A child. Was I near a child?

  I brought myself to my feet, but wobbled and fell. I didn't know anything. Was I just asleep? Who was I assigned to?

  I peered out through the...whoever's pupils, luckily it was not locked, and saw toys strewn everywhere.

  Tiny pale hands picked up a plush toy, and laughter burst out from the child's mouth.

  Huh. I'm in a child. I rubbed my hands together. I am a young Spirit. Demon, you may call me, but I have a heart.

  Just a really dark one.

  I'm young, and assigned to a young child, girl perhaps as pink surrounded her.

  That was nice. Now I could grow with the child, and understand her.

  And use her.

  A mirror was before me, as tunnels that dropped to endless pits of the brain lay all around me.

  I walked towards the mirror, my eyes glistening purple. I touched my eyelid, where my left eye stared to glitch before become the color of the child's eye I was assigned to.

  Blue and Purple. Nice combination, I would say.

  I peered out again, like the pupil was a window I was looking through. I could hear the childish amusing laugher that made me smile.