PSYCHO: Shadows of Lost Souls

PSYCHO: Shadows of Lost Souls

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Psycho is my name, my legacy, my life. There is a thin line between so many things, where I don't know what's right and wrong, up or down, fantasy and reality that I've lost track of trying to make sense of it all. All I know is when the red juice of Satan falls from a persons body... It feels really good. "I don't like people, they're mean and cruel and stupid... Oh how stupid they are." He stepped out of the dark in heavy clunky boots that echoed throughout the dim room. "Well it's lucky I am not human then. Come with me, this cell is too small to hold an appetite like yours." She let out a cackle that bounced of the walls making even her cell mate cringe and with that she took his hand and passed through the cell. It's play time. WARNINGS: Contains - LGBT themes, Blood and Gore, Suicidal thoughts and probably some other bad stuff so..... Not for the faint hearted. ALSO.... This is my first story on Wattpad.
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Accident

I killed my friends and it's my fault. But feels unexpectedly euphoric... Kyra is the Devils daughter but she doesn't know it. Soon she meets Coen (a guy with a rich history and inhumanly talents), little do they know what's in store for them. "I have just stabbed my favourite teacher. What is wrong with me. There's blood coming out of her chest, more and more as her heart pumps. But it's already too late because I see my scissors sticking up from her ribs as I feel unnaturally good. All of the guilt has somehow oozed out of me. I remember that I feel good only after the person has died so she must be dead. There is silence for about 10 seconds then everyone starts screaming and runs to the other side of the room to me. I don't know why but this is kinda fun. I slowly walk towards them, smirking, as the guy who bullied me for me whole life is shaking and grabbing onto his best friends shoulders. I'm not going to hurt them but it is fun torturing them. He has made my life miserable for 11 years so I'm not going to leave without out evening out the mental and physical indents he has had on my life. All those sleepless nights of crying, cut and bruises he has given me. I continue to walk even closer, everyone has started to back slowly away from him. He lets out a stupid high-pitched scream as I whisper to him." I swear I'm not a psychopath.

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