A Collection of Short Stories Vol.1

The Making of a Sociopath

A subtle warning, a sociopath is someone who experienced tremendous mental trauma that they lost all sense of morality and of regret and other sympathies. As such expect to read disturbing actions and events in detail as in The Making of a Sociopath it is essential that I explain the making of a sociopath. While there are extremes it is just to build character. Have I experienced a Sociopath or am one myself? No and no, I have not any affiliation with it. I'm not claiming to be an expert, rather to give an interesting story that builds on a character. If you know anyone with or is like this please get them the help they need. Now please enjoy the story!

-Kaiser

May 5, 2018, 8:48pm

It's night, I might want to head to sleep but I am fearful for what happens in the darkness. I'm afraid of what lurks behind of what I cannot see. It sends chills down my spine knowing that I can't see whatever hides in the shadows. I'll head to sleep soon though, I'll be punished if I don't. Lord knows I'm more fearful for what happens when I don't listen than whatever lurks in the dark. It's all too confusing. My mother, the one who actually cares about me tells me that they're my demons lurking in the dark. I don't know what she means. But, I know the premise of demons and if that's what truly lurks in the dark then that is more terrifying than whatever trouble I can get myself into. I'm thinking eggs for breakfast in the morning. It's Friday tomorrow, for most students it's a breath of heaven falling down from above. It's my hell if that's what you wanted to call it. For as such school is my sanctuary, I don't have to deal with my father at home on weekdays. Though mother has to, she's such a great person. The only person I can talk to about my problems. Sometimes I sob whenever I talk with her as nobody listens but her. That's enough I have school tomorrow and possibly a Language Arts test. I'll need my sleep if I want to succeed. Good night!

May 6, 2018, 8:37pm

It's night again, I ought to start writing during the day. Though I can write about the entirety of my day. What does it matter? Nobody will read this anyways as I make sure to conceal it from everybody. Except my mother, she suggests that I write about my days and feelings in it. I don't remember why she suggested it. However, I could never bring myself to argue with her. She doesn't deserve that. I just realized that I forgot the day of the week in the last entry. Well, if anyone does reads this to which I hope he/she can figure it out. I'll try not to forget that often. I should also stop writing in pen one of these days I'll make a mistake and not be abke to fix it. Damnit, I meant "able to fix it" One of these days I'll learn from my mistakes, hopefully. Anyways, it's getting late as it's already 9:00. Again, I don't want trouble with my dad. Otherwise, my mom gets in trouble too. Good Night!

May 9, 2018, 8:54pm

I don't usually don't like to skip days to which I can write in this journal. Even though it's more like a diary. However, the guys at school mock people who have diaries. People like me. School was a drag, slow, uneventful. I spent the day like I do every school day. There was this one girl who absolutely grinded my gears today. Her name is Leah, an absolute sarcastic, mean and disgusting person. I don't know why everyone likes her. Someone who is so mean that they'd change their friends and likes/dislikes for the sole purpose of staying high on the social ladder. She's the only person to whom I hate personally. I want to call her out on her terrible attitude. But alas she's popular and I'm not. So, what's the point anyways? I think that's enough hatred for today. Good Night!

May, 11, 2018

I forgot what the day was, considering I'm writing this entry as a makeup when actually it's the 26th. Somebody new I just met named X said I should be more responsible with the entries that I make. And well, here I am. I don't remember much on that day I do know somebody at school called me a "gay faggot" which isn't true considering those two mean the same thing but faggot, I just learned is a derogatory name given to gay people. At least in the eyes of many. Which just makes it more hurtful I also remember that I told my mom this, she cried. I'm guessing that dad went on his many drunken feuds. She sat down and talked with me. Telling me to "stand up for myself" in the background I heard my dad say "I've raised a wimp as a son!" This made me break down into tears. This was the time when I came to hate my father the most. And that's all I remember that day.

Wow your dad's a major jackass -X 27th of May 2018

23rd of May, 2018

Hey kid, I read your diary-journal-thing. Suffice to say you got it rough. (also sorry about reading your diary-journal-thing, I'm just curious by nature) Anyways, I'm willing to help you out of good kindness of my heart. Well, there IS a price, all I'm asking is for you to be my friend. As I don't have many and well, you and I seem alike in the whole "depressed and what's even the point lives" so I believe we'll get along well also I really feel bad for your mother. It's almost like we live the same lives.

May 24, 2018, 8:01pm

It's funny, today journal I made my first friend mom is going to be so happy when she finds out! Anyways they seemed nice. But intrusive as he or she looked through my what "it" liked to call a "diary-journal-thing" which I thought was quite rude in of itself. For the future I'm going by a journal now I don't know how "it" knew my combination lock on this journal or that I was a kid in the first place. So, for formalities I'll introduce myself (shall I ever leave this out again). My Name is Jacque (apparently from my French grandfather) just pronounced Jack in English or at least I think. I am a freshman in high school at the age of 14. Anyways I hope we can become great friends! Goodnight, whoever you are.