Look After You

Psychotic mind

so-ci-o-path

/ˈsōsēōˌpaTH/

noun a person with a personality disorder manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behavior and a lack of conscience.

(WARNING: DO NOT READ THE SPECIFIED PART TOWARDS THE END, MENTIONS OF SOMETHING SEXUAL AND FORCED)

He didn't want to. He didn't mean to. He just wanted his Louis back.

His Louis was everything to him. Whenever Louis was around, he could control the urges. The evil feeling that he always had before something bad happened. The voices in his head telling him to do evil things ever since he was little. It was like they controlled his body. 

But once he met Louis, the voices went away, Louis was the only thing that helped him, not even the drugs made the voices completely go away. But somehow, this one blue-eyed angel saved him. 

He didn't have much support growing up. His father had died during his army service and his mom was too depressed to do anything but grieve. That left him with his Uncle, that man... that man was the reason Mason began hearing those voices. 

If the abuse wasn't physical, it was emotional, then leading to mental. 

One day, Mason was only about 10 years old, when he got home late from school. He ran inside and fell to the ground, exhausted from walking such a long distance by himself. But he was soon aggressively dragged up and beaten by his drunk uncle. Apparently Mason had accidentally slammed the door while entering and he awoke the man from his nap. His mother was at work, but when she came home, she didn't even notice her beaten child hiding in the corner. 

All of this lead up to Mason hearing voices here and there, they became louder as he got older. They whispered horrible things, thoughts he would never create himself. One even suggesting to kill his uncle for all the pain he's created and his mother because of her neglect. 

He couldn't take it anymore, once he turned 16, he ran away. He tried to run away from the abuse, the neglect, the pain, but the voices followed him wherever he went. Deciding that he needed help, he entered a trial. 

This specific trial was to pinpoint what aspects created a sociopath. 

This was where Mason was introduced to the drugs. The drugs made the voices go away, but not for a long time. There was a short period of time where Mason got the chance to think for himself. He was excited. A bit too hopeful. 

He abused this chance. Mason soon began to steal some of the medication before he was allowed anymore. Doing this increased the time he had to think for himself, but every action has its consequences. The voices evolved. They were more determined, louder, and more convincing. 

By this time, Mason had just started University, saving enough money from the trial and his temporary job to be able to attend a few classes. He noticed in one class in particular, there was a fringed hair boy who was always making everyone laugh. His smile shining throughout the whole theater, his angelic voice soothed Mason's nerves as he sang, this boy was everything. 

Mason then decided to introduce himself, from then on the two got closer. Mason was finally able to describe what true "happiness" was. 

But he had never experienced jealousy. 

Louis was always hanging out with this girl and it infuriated Mason. Louis was his, Louis wasn't suppose to make anyone else happy except for him. This rage was what ruined everything to come. 

It had been a few months since Louis and Mason had started dating, but that girl had gotten even closer to Louis, and Mason couldn't stand it. His amount of rage was what brought the voices back. They demanded that he take action, to do something about the girl that was stealing Louis from him. Whether it was his rage or the voices, something happened. Something that would haunt Mason for the rest of his life. Something that if Louis were to find out, he would kill him. 

It all happened so quickly. 

Mason was heading home from Louis dorm when he spotted her. She was heading toward the dorms, books in her hand after studying so late. But it was as if something took over Mason, like it wasn't Mason at all. 

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M rushed over behind the woman, she turned around at the sudden air but her vision became blurry as she felt a strong pain strike the side of her head. She was still conscious and felt as M dragged her into an alleyway.  

M pulled her up against the corner of the alley, she tried fighting back, but the pain to her head immobilized her, he was holding her body down. 

Nothing was being processed in M's mind, It was like Mason wasn't there anymore. This "M" had taken over his mind and body. He became a person he feared, but the voices encouraged. 

M began taking off pieces of her clothing, forcefully unbuttoning her blouse and then her pants. She knew what his intentions were, but she couldn't do anything. This man was way bigger and stronger than her, no matter what she did, he always had the advantage. And as the horror continued, it was as if her soul was knocked out of her body. 

It took M a few minutes before he was thoroughly satisfied. He stood up, zipped his pants up, and walked away. The poor girl lay there, helpless and hurt. 

Why?

she asked herself.

Why me?

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After a few minutes, she gained all her strength and managed to get up, stumbling upwards and using the alley wall to support herself. She closed her blouse and picked up her pants. No tears were falling and her mind was empty. Leaving her books on the ground, she made her way upstairs, ignoring the stares from people and worried looks. 

Her hair was a mess, she buttoned up the wrong ones, and she had a large bump on the side of her head that was covered by her hair. As she made her way to the door, she opened it to reveal a small man, his caramel brown fringe bopping up and down to the music in his ears. His hands banging up and down as if he were playing drums and a pencil in his hand. 

Once he finally notices the door open, his face goes from joy to horror.

"Miley?!" he drops the pencil as Miley drops to the ground.