•Psychopath• Michael Clifford A.U.

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Michaels POV

*6 years earlier

I was sitting in my room crying and having a breakdown when someone walked into my room. I looked up and seen a boy about my age, 12. I was taken aback because I thought it was going to my dad.

"Who are you?" I finally spoke up.

"Skip." The mysterious boy said.

"Why are you here? Get out!" I raised my voice.

"No. We are going to be best friends... And I am never leaving you." He said.

*Present day

He wasn't lying. Skip and I are still friends. Best friends. Skip was always there for me. More than my parents were at least. That's why we killed them. Skip helped me, except when we were done stabbing them, I looked over and Skip was gone. I was so upset. He told me he would help me. And after all, he is the one who told me it had to be done. He told me it was better if they were dead. They were always telling me what to do and making me suicidal. Skip said they were bad parents. Sometimes I think he's a bad friend. One time when I was crying in my bathroom because of the bullies and Skip walked in. He told me I should cut myself. That it would take the pain away. I told him he was crazy. Skip just told me it will help and then he went away. I thought about it for awhile and then I grabbed the blade. I slid it across my wrist, and Skip was right. It did help. Every since that night 6 months ago, I have been cutting. It helps. Skip also told me that smoking would help. So I did that too. Now, I can't stop cutting or smoking. Those things help me. Skip makes me do bad things... But they make me feel better... So I guess it's okay..

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So this is the first chapter of "Psychopath".. This is my first story so I know it's not great but yeah. Comment and give some feed back bc that'd be great. Thanks
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Also I picture Skip as..... Evan Peters :D And the picture to the side is Marina