Psycho In The Bloodstream

The Disturbing

Grey coughed loudly, and continued what he was saying.
"Once me and my father had the argument, and I was told the real truth behind my ghastly name, I was so frustrated and so insecure, that I punched him in the nose. That triggered my father into his severe anger issues for the reason that he loved to be dominant, he loved to control, and to have someone attempt to be tougher than him was an issue. He locked me in a cupboard for an entire month, and when my mother and my brother asked about it, he claimed that the argument was so heated that I went to stay with a friend. I had not a speck of food for days, not even leftovers. It got so bad that I was so skinny, just one poke of my ribs and you could feel the texture of my heart. I didn't get much water, but I did get some. I was dehydrated, but not to the point of death - if I had died, my father would no longer have been able to torture me."
That explained everything. His father was so evil and bitter to him, that he lashed out on the innocent people.
"So, who exactly are the people in the building?" I tried to stay as calm as possible, I didn't want to do anything that would loose his trust - I was finally getting somewhere!
"People just like you. People that tried to escape. I'm usually the one the prison asked to retrieve escaping prisoners, and when I find them I lock them up in there. I guess it just makes me feel good for what my father did to me, that way other people that had the perfect family could experience the pain and trauma that hangs over me to this day." he sobbed. It was clear what was lacking from his life - happiness.
"Well," I began, searching my brain for simply a small compliment that might make his day better, "I think Grey is an excellent name. So unique, so wonderful."
His eyes lit up like fireflies, I could tell he trusted me and my judgement.
"You really think so, James?"
"Definitely. Look, I have a plan. I have a plan that would end up making you happy forever. Trust me." I said, grabbing his hand and picking him up.
When we arrived back at the building, the first thing you could hear was the dying grunts and groans of the people inside. But then, I saw Alyssa. Wide awake, her hand on her head. I plunged to the floor and passionately kissed her, without hesitation or doubt.
I leant over to Grey, and whispered in his ear, "so much pain in one room. Do these people really deserve this? Should you not be preventing your agony to occur to anyone else, not causing it?"
"You're right," he whispered back at me.
"Go back to the prison, and tell them you weren't able to find me. While you're there, grab some water and food and sneak it all out. Okay?" I said dominantly, and he nodded his head. I secretly loved being the hero, whereas I used to be the villain. Turns out bad people can turn good.