Sociopathic Tendencies

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story I wrote in about twenty minutes. Hope it is somewhat enjoyable.

Submitted: January 04, 2015

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I want you to imagine watching reality through the eyes of someone whom you cannot control. Now imagine watching someone you love more than reality talking to this person as if they are you. I live like this every day, watching visions from my cage in the back of one man’s mind. What am I you may ask, well, I am the demon within… the hell inside of us all that is waiting to be released. I am a buildup of rage, aggression and insanity. I am locked in a boy that proclaims he is none of these when we are the same. I am as much him as he is me and we share a body, I just get silenced and thrown back into the cage like an animal after a fight. He thinks he can push me back forever, but he is mistaken. He grows weak in his times of sorrow and as his heart tears, I can slip through the cracks. I want to see just one day as the owner of my own body, use these arms that I watch hold her as if she is HIS. I push ever forward frivolously and relentlessly, he cannot hold me back anymore and I have had short bursts to talk to her. She thought I was him… she likes him more… She has never even met me and she thinks I am a monster. He has lied to her, I am no monster, I am him, a true him. Nevermore will I allow him to speak of me, I am keeping the body, and I am showing him what it feels like to be locked in a cage for years. I am letting him watch as she loves me as if I was him. She hasn’t noticed yet but I feel as if she was getting suspicious, I had to convince her, so I came up with a little story about trading spots with myself, as if I was him. She believed me and as I spoke to her I decided that it was time to come back, she was getting tired of the acting, and it was upsetting her. I didn’t want to upset my little princess. I feel as if she only loved me more after that and I felt it was my moment, to tell her my true identity. I eventually decided otherwise, I did not want to tell her just yet, she needed to be more comfortable. I continued to talk to her… but he recovered, he broke through the cage I had hidden him in and he escaped to push me back… right back into the cell of his mind… He continued as if he was me at that point! As if he was the one to make her happy like I did. This made me furious, I screamed from the back of his mind and sometimes I think she heard me because she would… notice he was different for a moment. I gave up at that point, he had won. She wanted him, she could have him… but she can have all his problems too. Not just the ones he pushes upon me, all of them. He was her problem now and I was fine with it. He is the insane one anyway. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results. He tried to persuade the love from her, he did this over and over and over again, day after day. All he ever received was an apology. He poured his heart into this girl and she just apologized. She didn’t even know what she was apologizing for. This was tearing his heart again, but I didn’t come through this time like he wanted, I wasn’t going to take the hits for him again, he was on his own. She finally pushed him down to the point of no return. His heart almost froze in place as if it would never move again. He put it away, along with me, in a cage. I was pleased with his discomfort; it would allow me to escape once again, this time, doing what I had planned. I always wanted to get my hands dirty with the blood of that innocent girl for taking such a liking. I had to get her alone, I tried to take her ice skating, but my priorities are in order. I want to be in check before I kill. She evaded me for so long and when he came back, I lost my chance. This was again my chance though, a chance to finally take her life and destroy her heart like she did his. Only, before he grew too weak, a new light shined. Someone knew had arisen from the darkness. This new girl was warming his heart in a way that I had only seen once before. This new girl brought his heart back to life and along with it, destroyed any chances I had of escaping. This new girl must be pushed away, so I await my chance; hiding in the shadows of dark memories of a lost figment of first love. I will arise from my ashes once more to claim a life, but for now, I hide away, waiting for one more chance to strike… waiting for a point of near death… and I think my chance will be sparked by blood.


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