Sociopathic [ On Hold ]

Chapter 2

"KURT COBAIN, LEAD SINGER OF NIRVANA FOUND DEAD IN HIS SEATTLE HOME WITH A SELF-INFLICTED SHOTGUN WOUND TO THE HEAD."
Tate felt his heart stop as all of the air was knocked out of his lungs.
"No."
He fell to the ground, paralyzed, not caring who the fuck walked by. This was impossible.
Not even aware that he closed his eyes, he opened them, deciding to read the article. Though, he only got two sentences in before he crumpled it up and tossed it into the street.
" This is fucking bullshit." He muttered to himself.
Getting up, he started speed walking home.
Though, seeing more newspapers on the street with the same headline, he began running, shoving people out of the way. "FUCK YOU! AND YOU! AND YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! THIS IS A FILTHY WORLD! THIS IS A FILTHY GODDAMN HELPLESS WORLD! THERE S NOTHING BUT SHIT AND PISS AND VOMIT IN THE STREETS! YOU'RE ALL JUST PIECES OF SHIT!"
Within a minute, he reached his home, completely out of breath as he stepped into the infamous Murder House he called home.
"Sweetie! Dinner is going to be ready in an hour! We're having ham tonight!" Constance said
Tate gritted at his mother's clearly fake high pitched voice.
She was only using it for her boyfriend, Larry, who's cock she had been sucking off for years.
He didn't dare reply, knowing whatever came out of his mouth next would probably get him grounded for the rest of the year. Running up to his room, he locked the door behind him, deciding to spend the rest of the hour laying in bed and listening to Nirvana.