Insanity (ManxMan)

Insanity (ManxMan)

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He looked at the woman and grinned. "What's the point of life" he asked her. With a gulp his physiatrist shakes her head. "Some" he paused tilting his head to the side. He grins as he notices everyone looking so on edge. "Some would say 'live life to the fullest'". He snickers and rolls his eyes. "Bunch of shit if you ask me". "Go on" the woman says forcing a small smile. He nods thoughtfully. "Others would say 'be the best you possible!'" Another eye roll. "What about you" the woman asks. He glares at her "I was getting there". "My apologies" she nods. "Theres also the 'live to you die' type" he grumbles. His smile had slipped away and was replaced with a scowl. The look showing his irritation with the woman. "It just depends on how you see life" he continues. "Your perspective" one of the officers in the room asks. He turns his head slowly and smiles wickedly. "Exactly" he says and smiles. "Are you optimistic" he says, turning back to the woman. "Are you pessimistic" he proceeds. "How does that song go" he asks himself. He hums softly, then grins "oh yes". "If you glass half full or is it half empty" he speaks. "Some people are so cynical they can't even see a glimmer of sunshine, happiness, love" he rolls his eyes. "All they know, see feel, is loneliness, pain, and darkness" he says his voice raising. "They can't feel even the simplest of emotions" the woman says and nods. He jerks at his restraints. "Those emotions their children, wives, husbands never get from them" he growls. He glares harder "Guilt! Compassion! Empathy" he shouts. Why wouldn't that woman shut up! He grins finally calming down. "What do you call someone without a conscience" he asks softly gripping her neck in his hand. She claws at his hand. With a soft laugh, he snaps her neck. "A sociopath" he says. "A fucking sociopath" he yells as they restrain and sedate him.
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His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

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