I was born crazy. No dramatic experiences, no explanation. Not that I can remember any way. Let me get one thing straight. I am insane, not a sociopath.
That means I do have emotions, however limited they are. I love my parents because they are the only reason I'm alive.
My first kill was great! No, it wasn't an animal, I would feel horrible killing cute animals! It was my friend who turned on me.
I told him that I was bisexual, and you know what he does? The fucker laughs and tells the whole school.
That day he was in the bathroom, and so was I. Keep in mind that there were not any cameras or restriction to pills in school at that time.
I went in the bathroom and saw him. When he came out of the stall I shoved the pills in his mouth when he gasped in shock, then, after he swallowed, I smashed his head hard on the sink.
Blood spilled down the sink and his neck. I remember the adrenaline rush it gave me! I was proud of myself.
Later that day a teacher walked in and saw his dead body. The cops ruled it as suicide, which had been happening to teens alot lately. I was fifteen then, and now I kill someone at least twice a week.
YOU ARE READING
Phsycho (phanfiction)
Fanfiction"Oh, ok. I was actually just thinking of you before I got your call." Phil said. "You were?" Could I trust him. Usually people I meet get hurt. "Yes. I was hoping we could talk, you seem nice." Phil smiled at me. I loosened my grip on the knife. May...
