When The Soul Is Silent

First Psychopath

He was a kid in her class.
He seemed normal.
He was gentleman.
They sat on the same bench together.

They smiled and laughed and played together.
They talked about games.
They never fell out, ever.
Until one day, something felt strange....

He was boy with a man's thoughts.
Held her hand as a romantic couple.
Pulled under his view so he can kiss her hand.
Too unusual for a boy, he should not have thoughts of a man.

Oblivious to what he was doing.
Her childish heart allowed the affection.
Affection was simple. Affection was kind.
Affection was caring. Affection was loving.

She got scared when it happened to long.
Something is definitely wrong.
She pulled away her small hands from his.
She shifted to the far end of the bench. 

Do you like me? Don't you like me?
I don't like what you did. I don't like you.
You must like me. I will make you like me.
Don't force me to like you. 

He got angry and pulled her to him.
He held wrists tightly and held her in the seat.
Let me go! Let me go! She fights and shouts at him.
He whispers I have a sharp object in my pocket...

A stab to your throat, don't force me to use it.

She sat in her seat holding her breath.
Scared that he'll carry out his threat.
He smiled as he had control over her company.
The boy thought his move was manly.

Years after, this event would be in this girl's memory.
Of a boy who held her down in her seat.
A dramatic acting of a scene from a horror movie.
This was her first experience with a psychopath...