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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
646
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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by: Eule Vix
Chapter 1: Normality and Factuality
I don’t know why I’m different. Well I do, but what I don’t understand is why I hate and love myself for my difference. When I walk through my school I don’t need eyes and ears to see the stares and hear the gossip. I just chose to continue to be loud and ignore the students around me. I’ve been at the school for four years now, and this amount of time has allowed me to give them a few ideas of what they think I am. A pervert, complicated, mysterious, crazy, a goody-two-shoes, a brainiac, an anime enthusiast, and to some I’m normal; but those few are the friends I have.
As far as my life, I live with my Father and younger sister. My Father is close to us, and yet distant. Our mother died when I was 8 and my sister was 5, but my mother and I weren’t close. My sister and I are close though, but we don’t act like it such as most siblings of the day. But we still care for each other. With my friends, I’m like the leader of the group, though I don’t like it much. I like the friendship for I never had many friends before high school; but the large amount of attention I think it may get to my head. I have a girlfriend, and we have been dating for almost 2 years now. She and my friends call me Ray on account of the hatred I have for my real name. Also, like most of my friends, I’m bisexual. My life outside of high school is simple. I do kick boxing, Karate, watch movies, cook, and play video games with my sister. Sometimes we go out to eat but I’m mostly at home of with friends.
This is just my outside world, the world of mine that is not, “too” complex. I always wonder if any normal person was to devolve into my mine what they would say. I’ve never killed nor hurt anyone, and yet I fantasize about it. When there are people who pass me by in the halls of my school, and just because they are there I feel the need to beat their heads into the wall til they’ve stopped breathing. Poison, knives, torture, drowning, bludgering, rape, you name it I’ve had it in my mind. I even have a weird past time such as looking up pictures of suicide and murders. I become angry at the newspapers when they don’t give enough detail on how the person dies and what it was like to be there. I don’t have an anger problem, but when my anger is present I have to hold back from finding a knife and stabbing the closest moving thing to me.
I’ve never killed anything more then a rat, and the rat was even an accident. The things I kill on purpose are flies and other annoying bugs. Yet I have this psychotic problem, that I like and hate. As to how I got this way, I’ve never told anyone, and only my family knows. But still, my life has become pretty stable for had happened. All I can do now is continue to do the best I can at fighting for what I’ve got left.
by: Eule Vix
Chapter 1: Normality and Factuality
I don’t know why I’m different. Well I do, but what I don’t understand is why I hate and love myself for my difference. When I walk through my school I don’t need eyes and ears to see the stares and hear the gossip. I just chose to continue to be loud and ignore the students around me. I’ve been at the school for four years now, and this amount of time has allowed me to give them a few ideas of what they think I am. A pervert, complicated, mysterious, crazy, a goody-two-shoes, a brainiac, an anime enthusiast, and to some I’m normal; but those few are the friends I have.
As far as my life, I live with my Father and younger sister. My Father is close to us, and yet distant. Our mother died when I was 8 and my sister was 5, but my mother and I weren’t close. My sister and I are close though, but we don’t act like it such as most siblings of the day. But we still care for each other. With my friends, I’m like the leader of the group, though I don’t like it much. I like the friendship for I never had many friends before high school; but the large amount of attention I think it may get to my head. I have a girlfriend, and we have been dating for almost 2 years now. She and my friends call me Ray on account of the hatred I have for my real name. Also, like most of my friends, I’m bisexual. My life outside of high school is simple. I do kick boxing, Karate, watch movies, cook, and play video games with my sister. Sometimes we go out to eat but I’m mostly at home of with friends.
This is just my outside world, the world of mine that is not, “too” complex. I always wonder if any normal person was to devolve into my mine what they would say. I’ve never killed nor hurt anyone, and yet I fantasize about it. When there are people who pass me by in the halls of my school, and just because they are there I feel the need to beat their heads into the wall til they’ve stopped breathing. Poison, knives, torture, drowning, bludgering, rape, you name it I’ve had it in my mind. I even have a weird past time such as looking up pictures of suicide and murders. I become angry at the newspapers when they don’t give enough detail on how the person dies and what it was like to be there. I don’t have an anger problem, but when my anger is present I have to hold back from finding a knife and stabbing the closest moving thing to me.
I’ve never killed anything more then a rat, and the rat was even an accident. The things I kill on purpose are flies and other annoying bugs. Yet I have this psychotic problem, that I like and hate. As to how I got this way, I’ve never told anyone, and only my family knows. But still, my life has become pretty stable for had happened. All I can do now is continue to do the best I can at fighting for what I’ve got left.