That was when I decided to picture what may have happened in the event that i was a psychopath. The first bad memory that arrived in my head was being under the bed in the crazy man's house. I lay there in darkness, my heart racing. My blood pumping. I looked around to see Alyssa's lifeless hand hanging from the bed. Her hand was pale, and soft to the touch. I wanted to feel the warmth of her racing blood while her body was alive and intact. It was like when I slit the throat of the neighbour's cat back home, I ran my hand over it's stomach to feel a beating heart and steady breaths.
My blood flow became faster once the door flew open, startling Alyssa. She jumped up and yelled, but I stayed silent - nothing scares me anymore, i've heard so many alarmed screams it's become average. Like a bull seeing fire, the owner of the house dashed in. After, though, he spoke to Alyssa with care. Something was fishy. He spoke delicate words, as if Alyssa and I hadn't just broken into his house, uninvited. But then, he struck onto the bed. I heard Alyssa scream. The mesmerising sound satisfied me. The sound of another person in pain felt so good, like music to my ears.
No, no, what the fuck James! You aren't that sick. You wouldn't love it THAT much... would you? Psychotic James might.
I rose from beneath the bed, the adrenaline running through my body like an electric shock, to see the man fighting Alyssa. What were his plans? To rape her? Kill her? I could see him digging his gruesome claws into her. She wriggled around the bedsheets and howled whatever sound she could create from her throat, sharp tears piercing her cheeks. This was the moment I had been anticipating! All that needed to be done was my knife into her throat! Easy... right?
I panicked, removed the knife from my sock and my eyes scampered the room like lost deer. My burnt hand whimpered, I bashed my forearm to stop the shaking. Approaching the bed, I span my tongue over my dry lips, and went in for the kill. I slashed my knife down, and into Alyssa's heart. Easy.
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Psycho In The Bloodstream
FanfikceTEOTFW // James, depressed in his prison cell, wonders what might have happened if he was a psychopath and had actually killed Alyssa. Does he change his mind on the art of murder, or is he still repulsed by it?
