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Jesus special-Sociopath

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Jesus

I remember my father well. I can still see his smile. His stare. The way he looked at me. He didn't look at me. No. He looked through me.

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9 years old

"I've called you here to discuss your son's behavior. I wanted to hide when those words left Ms.Linda's mouth. I could feel just stare burning on the side of my face. "What did he do? "Jesus truly is a good child but, he seems a little antisocial." It may not affect him now but the long term effects will start to show themselves." Is it something I can do? "I want you too spend a little more time with your son." Get too know him a little better." Are you implying I don't spend time with my child? I could hear the edge in my father's voice. It made me shiver. "God no- "I have somewhere to be. "Let's go. I picked up my bookbag from the floor. Ms Linda looked shocked but couldn't bring herself to murder a word.

I looked at my father from the back seat. He looked like a soulless person. I remember how he shifted when we got into the car. It was like someone else took over. I flipped through my colouring book my mother got me. She didn't want me too be bored with all of the long hours she worked.

We had been on the road for maybe an hour but before the sound could fully reach my ears our car was spinning out of control. My breath was lost and it all fell to a black screen.

When I regained consciousness I heard the distinct beaping of a hospital machine. When I cracked my eyes open being weary of the light I noticed my mother first. She jumped out of her chair and ran towards me. The way she fell on her knees and cried for me was something that would forever be burned into my mind. My father however, didn't look like he gave one care in the world standing off to the side of the room. My mother's loud sobs shook her body and a wave of sadness hit me. My father was barely human and held no remorse for what he had done.

My father ended up leaving me and my mom 3 months later. My mother couldn't bear to look at him anymore. She must have noticed what I knew all along. My father didn't strap me in the day of the accident. He never did. But for some reason on the day of the accident we were on an unmarked road. One my father never took. What she didn't notice was his smirks. The way he would look at me. How he knew how his laugh affected me. How it ran shivers down my body and put me in a rush of fear. The day of the accident was not accidental. He meant to kill me.

I heard from a close friend that my father had changed his name. He went from Samuel to John. He started over. He had a new wife and kid now. It didn't last however. Samuel- I mean John killed himself only a year after being married. He was dubbed a Sociopath by his therapist. He struggled with life ever since he was a child and at age 38 he gave it up. My mother was unsure about letting me attend his funeral. I met my brother at his funeral. The crowd at my father's funeral was small. Only about 8 eight people showed. My father's image forever haunts me. I could still feel his hand on my shoulder certain days. Or feel his whisper in my ear. Or even his laughter.

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Present day

One dead flower sat upon Samuels grave. Just like how he wanted it to be. He was always a simple man. But this evil soul could never rest. The only place it could ever go was to hell. For his soul was meant to go only there.
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