Psychotic [ Luke Hemmings ] ( on hold )

Chapter 1

[Lukes POV]

"Luke, just set it down." Ashton said to me, a worried look spread across his face. It took me a moment to realize that is wasnt me he was looking at as he spoke, but the knife in my hand. "Please..." he was as white as paper. "Just listen to me." He begged.

Not again.

The knife soon fellnout of my hand, hitting the floor with a clatter. Ashton soon began to relax, his pale face gaining color. He tensed slightly, but took a slow step forward. It only took me seconds for me to realize what I have done, something that I can never take back.

I then sunk down to the floor, staring at the blood that was dripping off my hands. I leaned against the wall, my sweaty back feeling cold against the concrete, and placed my hands to face as i bowed my head. Ignoring the fact that my hands were bloody, I attempted to wipe the sweat from my forehead, but that only caused me to smear blood on myself. But that didnt bother me. Nothing ever bothered me. Not even the fact that this wasnt even my own blood. Why? Thats the question.

Because I'm psychotic.

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That's what I'm told. That's what I've been told my whole life. Yeah, well now I'm starting to not care, and I'm becoming stronger, smarter, sneakier... Is that bad?

I've gone officially insane. I know it, Ashton knows it, everybody knows it. Theres nobody out there who can help me, nobody who can catch me. There are only those who are afraid of me, those who fear even hearing my name. The strange part is that I don't know them, so how do they know me? The answer to that question is what I am now coming to realize.

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I muttered something under my breath, remembering Ashton was still there. He took two slow steps towards me, biting his lip gently. "L-Luke.." He stuttered. I wasnt sure if he was afraid of my, or if he was just nervous about all of this. Its not like he hasnt done this before.... Unfortunately.

//Next Day\\

I ended up spending the rest of the night at Ashtons house, since he lived alone, and since he could drive us to school the next morning instead of picking me up at my house.

School already sucked, so I was lucky that nobody knew about... well... my "issue." It was either that, or they were too afraid to talk about it. Who knows.

Every day at lunch, I would always sit with Calum, Michael, and Ashton. But today Michael was sick so it was only Cal and Ash. Of course, Ashton had to tell Cal what happened that night, and the first thing Calum had to ask me was "Where'd you hide the body?" I rolled my eyes. Ashton barely shoved Calum with his elebow, while Calum shrugged his shoulders muttering 'sorry' in response.

"Thats not what we have to worry about. He doesnt even remember who he killed, or why he killed them." Ashton said, louder than necessary. Lucky for me, the bell rang, cutting off the conversation.

I decided to skip the rest of school, going back to my house, where I now lived alone. My parents decided to leave when I was younger, said they were going on vacation, but they never came back. I guess thats a good thing because now they wont have to worry about the person I am becoming. Since it was Friday, Ashton decided to come by my house, along woth Calum of course, and just hang out.

I stood in the kitchen, staring at the knife I had used the previous night to kill whoever that person was. I wasnt quite sure what to do with it because i heard that the police were looking for suspects, and I am not very good at covering my tracks. I was starting to enjoy the feeling of, well, all of this. Im not sure what to do anymore.

I guess it was time to tell Ashton, Calum, and Michael the truth. I will just tell Cal and Ash when they get here. Mikey will find out tomorrow. I hate to say it, but whoever tries to stop me will not succeed. No one. Not even my friends. If they find out my secret, They will be killed, and it will not be an accident.

Im letting go. Im letting my craziness take me over.