Poisoned Love

Cold-blooded

psy·cho·path

/ˈsīkəˌpaTH/

noun

a person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behavior.

synonyms:madman, madwoman, maniac, lunatic, psychotic, sociopath; etc

INFORMAL

an unstable and aggressive person.

"schoolyard psychopaths will gather around a fight to encourage the combatants"

// If a loved one is battling any of these or you think if they are acting this way, we advise you to call a doctor or mental hospital. This behavior is not safe for you or anyone. Psychopath's aren't meant to be messed around with, they aren't wired the same way as you.

It was an evening I could never forget.The screams could have been heard from across the city, I felt myself reach it's peak on cutting myself again. My eyes were swollen from crying too much. My face bruised yet again, his foul words hit me in the head over, and over again. "If only I could just leave him things would be better", but of course, he would've searched me down and haunt me another time. I hiccuped rubbing my smudged mascara eyes as I looked out at the city. Our city isn't normal like yours probably, everyday you would hear sirens from either the county bank or from the hospital. You would wake up to the sound of gun shots heard from afar, or even in your own apartment. There is no escaping this place, not without a pervert stopping you, or even getting killed from Psychos running around town.

Without even noticing I felt a cold hand wrap around the back of my neck, it was so cold it had sent shivers down my spine. It was him...back for more blood. I sighed not sending him a glance or even a sign that I want to talk to him.
Our relationship wasn't made of Rose's and sunshine. It consisted of darkness and violence, it was everyday agony for me. He'd either be gone for week or come back with anger in him, needing something to get his anger out on. The walls were made of hard cement so it was hard for him to break it. Plus, it didn't give him the same jolt of excitement as a person does. I was his Target for anger, his jolt of excitement. No love or emotion was made of his own. It was sadness and anger that took him over, would he even care if i begged him to stop?. No he wouldn't, for the past two years he hasn't done anything for me, not once has he given me the love I deserved.

"not even a hello?," He scoffed, his grip tightened as he sat next to me. "The hell you crying about?" He said trying to get my attention, I wiped my nose looking at him. "Nothing, I'm fine" I said coldly removing his hand from the back of my neck. I could tell that didn't make him happy the way I responded back to him, of course I had to screw up. "Excuse me?!, What the hell is your deal!?" He was getting ready to hit me for the fourth time. "Nothing!....i-it's just-" before I could finish my sentence, my head was in pain as I felt something hard being smashed against my skull. I covered my head crying hard. "DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT TONE WITH ME, AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE FOR YOU, YOU JUST HAVE TO BE SOME DEPRESSED PIECE OF SHIT!" He screamed right in front of my face, so much anger was building up in him veins formed around his neck and head. I've had enough, I looked up at him showing him the anger he showed me, the veins vanished. "Everything you've given to me?, EVERYTHING YOU'VE FUCKING GIVEN TO ME!?" I chuckled, was he serious?. "YOU HAVEN'T GIVEN ME SHIT, ALL YOU DO IS BITCH AT ME, AND BEAT ME UP!. YOU TREAT ME LIKE A TOY, YOU BEAT ME, YOU THROW ME AROUND." he had thrown me at wall before because I didn't get up for his meeting with his so called ''gang''. "NOT ONCE HAVE YOU PROVEN THAT YOU LOVE ME, I HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING TO SHOW YOU THAT I CARED ABOUT YOU, BUT INSTEAD YOU JUST LEAVE OR EVEN PUNCH ME." I was breathing heavily as I began to cry again, I hugged my knees not wanting to see him. Of course he was trying to show me that I was the guilty one, I was the one who started all of this, after years of being beaten, and cursed at.

This was the same damn argument we always have, and he still had to act like he was the victim.

Fake sobs were heard right next to me, "I'm sorry..." He sniffed "I promise to change my ways...I just get angry so easily that I forget what i am doing. Please listen to me, Lisa" I rolled my eyes, this wasn't the first time I heard him say this. "Then prove it to me!, Prove that you actually care about me. Prove to me that you will stop treating me like some "piece of shit" " I sniffed looking at him with eyes of disgust and sadness. He didn't even notice because he's a fucking madman with no morals, he doesn't know what's right or wrong. He has had one hell of a horrible life, from his abusive parents, to being a bully at highschool to show everyone that he was never in a good mood, he gave no mercy or remorse to the people he abused.

The care and affection someone you know shows is no where near to his level. "B-but I don't know how" he said playing with is thumbs, this was different. The Atmosphere wasn't filled with anger anymore. Maybe this was my  chance to show him what love truly feels like, I could show him that there isn't always sadness and anger. I smiled for the very first time, and kissed him on the lips. He melted into the kiss it was full of hunger, lust, and a bit of anger. It didn't tie up so I had to tell, "Don't be angry all the time. Just relax.." I said stroking his cheek, he pulled my hand away from his cheek. I gave a frown looking into his cold brown eyes, "I can't....I've been feeling anger for so long I just don't how to control it. That's why I have to hit you all the time.." I heived a sigh, "You Don't always have to hit me you know." I whispered gently, hugging my already bruised body, a single tear rolled down my cheek. I flinched in fright when I heard gun shots being fired, I hated everything. I hated the little innocent acts he played on me; I was his toy and I had to accept that, but how?, How can someone accept something so vile and cruel?.

How can someone accept a psychopath with violent tendencies into their life?.