Hey guys! So for this chapter, I wrote something a bit out of my comfort zone. I actually kind of enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it. Some things to know before though;
1.) this is inspired by one of @nekomotherfuker 's works. I changed some things, of course, but the inspiration is from their book.
2.) this is actually from one of the prompts, I just didn't use the exact words in this part.
3.) I am not a psychopath (i think so haha) this is just a piece of writing.
Lastly, 4.) this chapter contains a lot of mentions of murder, blood, psychopathic behaviors, so if you are not comfortable with that, I suggest you don't read this.
Let's begin!
BROWN
Millie Bobby Brown. From the outside, she appeared to be a sweet and innocent student. Her eyes showed happiness, and her smiles were bright. She always showed up to class on time, and answered the questions with what seemed to be pure enjoyment. Teachers loved her, and students happened to occasionally envy her.
But they didn't know of the darkness within her.
Millie Bobby Brown was a lunatic.
A psychopath, even.
The happiness she radiated on a daily basis was a part of her mask. The mask she put on every morning; to cover her lunatic behaviors.
Inside, past the polite smiles and heartwarming eyes, she was a monster. Past the always answering questions, and the teacher pet qualities, she found pleasure in killing.
She had a thirst for murder.
It occupied her mind throughout the day, wondering who would be the next victim. She loved the way it felt when her knife plunges into her victim's stomach. She found genuine pleasure when their face drops, as they slide to the ground.
She even had fun playing with the authorities. She carefully set up the dead bodies in places around her town. She placed them everywhere; from grocery stores to parks to even a school.
It was all a part of her lunatic game.
She had been playing her psychotic game for almost 6 months now. Dodging the police's amateur attempts to figure out the identity behind the serial killings.
60 victims. All of the 60 innocent, from first glance at least, lives had been brutally taken by Millie.
She smiled when she killed.
She considered it as fun as most people her age considered sports and video games fun.
She played a dangerous game though, having her uncle working as the town's sheriff. But she didn't care; like she didn't care about anything except for murder, and pain.
Her parents were dead. They were murdered right before her youthful eyes long ago. Her aunt died of cancer, and she knew of no other relatives.
After her parents murder; something within her mind snapped. She lost sense of empathy, and her supramarginal gyrus failed to work.
The young girl who once used to take care of her parents when they were sick, the girl who volunteered at pet shelters, the girl who gave some of her lunch to the kids at her school who didn't have one; was long gone.
She hid behind a dark mask. The mask came with many features. She had gotten good at faking smiles, lying, and faking friendships.
And no one noticed a difference.
