Chapter six- EriantheDo you have any idea what true hatred feels like? Its as if your blood is boiling, the entirety of the fiery depths of hell beneath your skin, begging to burst forth. I hated that man and everything hed done to me. I had been a fool to ever trust him, and it was too late to undo the damage that had been done. All those close encounters Id had with death... maybe I deserved to die. I ran the risk of doing just that, but as I slipped out of the hospital room, I had but one goal in mind- to make him suffer, to take delight in seeing the light leave his eyes as he breathes his very last breath.Chapter six- Erianthe in Scraps More Like This
My heart- or pathetic excuse thereof- thundered in my chest. How I felt at that exact moment rivaled how I had felt when I found my adoptive father dead, when I watched my adoptive mother kill herself, when I saw unspeakable crimes committed in the shady alleys of London no moment in my life that I could recall was worse than the knowledge that the love of my life kne
The Psychopath III sat curled up on the couch, clutching a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. Almost in a self-imposed trance, I stared out of the window at the sprawling landscape of the city that stretched out in all directions. Apparently, I was looking without really seeingArtemis must have been standing right in front of me for a solid few seconds before he said something to snap me out of it.The Psychopath II in Scraps More Like This
"By my count, you've been sitting there for two hours. I wasn't going to say anything, but I figured I should intervene at some point. You know, to make sure you hadn't died suddenly."
As he spoke, I jolted suddenly as if I'd heard a sudden loud noise; since when did I startle so easily? I had to decide which deserved my more immediate attention: his question, or the cold tea that I'd spilled all over myself when I'd jumped.
"Shit," I yelped, flailing in a manner with no identifiable purpose. I looked around, hoping a towel or napkin would materialize, but since the laws of physics still ap
The Psychopath- prologueI can't possibly say how many times he asked why I never slept. So, naturally, I can't possibly say how many times I lied. But it always happened the same way:The Psychopath- prologue in Scraps More Like This
"Insomnia," I would say, shrugging. "Why? Well, why does anyone get insomnia?"
He'd name, one by one, various causes. Caffeine, stress, what have you.
"That was a rhetorical question. God, if you keep worrying about me like this, you're going to have a heart attack and die. I don't want that. You don't want that. So just drop it. It's just not healthy."
"What's unhealthy," He'd say, "is trying to get by on virtually no sleep. "
He was right, of course. Artemis was the sense of self-preservation I'd never developed. Of course he meant well, but the sheer weight of the guilt he unintentionally put upon me was almost suffocating. I was lucky enough to be with someone who genuinely cared, and yet I did everything in my power to make myself suffer and, in turn, make him suffer. Well, fuck.
The truth was not that I could
Chapter three- KoichiI simply stood there, waiting for a wave of remorse and guilt to hit me and cut through me like a gust of bitterly cold wind. It never did. Fear, however, did. Was I becoming as cold as the snow that lay before me, spattered with fresh blood?Chapter three- Koichi in Scraps More Like This
Whether or not I wanted to believe it, I had left some part of me behind, and I truly began to fear what else I could lose.
Sometimes I wonder whats happening to me?
Still no leads in the murder of Irene Smith. Forensics investigators found evidence from who is assumed to be the culprit, however examination of it revealed no conclusive data. With no witnesses, its looking like a cold case. That concludes the 10 oclock news
With a sigh, I turned off the television. No matter where I looked, there was something about that girls murder, making it impossible for me to forget that I was the heartless son-of-a-bitch whod done it. I knew that no one suspected me, and if they did there would be