School isn't really the place I like the most.
Things are different for me compared to others.
Punches, pushes, slaps, and kicks were usually how I am greeted every morning.
Lessons are not from the typical school subjects, but lessons from the bullies are what I get instead.
The taste of my own blood is what I always have during lunchtime.
And one last punch in the gut is their way of bidding goodbye.
If only I was strong enough, or should I say? If only they knew how insane I truly was.
If they only knew that I am actually a psychopath in disguise.
Only if they knew what I can do to them. Only if they knew.
I just got home from that so-called school, which was hell for me.
I went straight to my room and there I saw a person, my plaything, my stress reliever.
A smirk formed and my gaze darkened, full of anger and the desire to take someone's life away.
"We've met again, huh?" I spoke as I grazed my fingers across their arms and cheeks.
I grabbed their hair tight and pulled it harshly, my other hand squeezing their cheeks. Nails digging through their skin.
Wincing from the pain. Previous and freshly made cuts and wounds are still visible all throughout their body.
"Look how pathetic you are, so disgustingly ugly," I said through gritted teeth and made them face the mirror across the room.
I grabbed their arms and took a knife before drawing multiple lines on it, watching as the blood tricked down and created a pool on the ground.
I made a few more cuts across their face and pointed them to their neck.
I looked in the mirror and watched their reaction. Fear. Ah, satisfying.
I replaced the knife with my hands and wrapped it around their neck. Tightening it until they cannot breathe anymore.
But I don't want to kill them, yet. I only want to torture them, make them suffer, and see them struggle.
I still have a long way through college, I still need them to relieve stress, and to take my anger out.
"I wanna kill you, right here, right now, but no, I can't, I still need you, maybe making you a little unconscious would do, what do you think?" I stared at them in the mirror, my eyes glowing with excitement.
I took the knife again and held it against their neck. Pushing it a little bit harder, a little amount of blood came out.
A knock on the door stopped my train of thought.
'My sister's here' I thought and came back to my senses.
"Hey, Avie what are you- OH MY GOSH YOU'RE BLEEDING!" She rushed to me
"Why did you cut yourself again? I told you to speak to me and tell me everything instead of hurting yourself! Look what you've done again Avie?!"
Ah, yes, my name's Avie. There was no one else in this room except me before my sister came in.
As I told you earlier, I'm a predator, whose only prey is itself.
I'm a psychopath and I am my only victim.
