Pshycho's+Mind

A Psycho's Mind.

Zoey sat on her bed in the fetal position. The light from the streets seeping in thought the blinds of her small room was the only thing that let her see her hand in front of her. The hand that was clenched tight into a fist and slaming against her forehead. Blobs of the purple sheet underneath her had almost become transparent from her tears and the tacky brown toy bear in her hands was practically ripped apart for the millionth night in a row. Through cloudy eyes she watched her older brother sleep peacefully without a worry in the world in the world, his big bulky build sprawled across the blue bed. And though Zoey technically had nothing to fret about in the earth, but her fear was still well excused.

She couldn’t handle it. She walked the streets, the hallways, she couldn’t even walk through her own house without an eternal battle consuming all of her mind. This lust for one of the most sickening things she could have imagined. Her own hunger for something so disgusting had become the stuff of little children’s nightmare. Heck, her own nightmares as well. And part of her loved that terror.

That was the same part of her that caused the fright. The same part that hid the horrible, raging lust underneath her deceptive eyes. That part that started off so small and unimportant had grown faster than a cancer and now escalated into a seemingly unmanageable threat to her family in the last three months. And she watched it as it unfolded before her eyes, watching it, examining it as if it were not in her brain and not any thing that she needed to have concern. The longing to take something, destroy it and devour it.

Why was she cursed with this inhumane thought?! She had never once considered hurting anyone in her life before this monstrous notion crept inside her head. She had always been a good girl. She was the golden girl that shone brightly, leaving others in shadows. The worst grade she had in school was in history and that was only a B. The most under handed thing she had done to another human being was cheat on their history final. She had planned on becoming a doctor. Well, not so much as planned, but was demanded she become a doctor. But she was ok with it! Never once had she crack under her parent’s pressuring ways, she always rised to the challenge. So why? Why in the good heavens above had she received this blight? Was she meant to be a murderer?

She shivered, whether in pleasure or in pain she did not know, at the memory of what she had done last week. That poor doggy.

Zoey sobbed even more as she realized what needed to be done. A monster like her shouldn’t live. No, //couldn’t// live. What a wasted life. She never once had a boyfriend at her age of fourteen and ended up pushing all her friends away just to study for her tests. She took a deep breath as she stood up and started to write on the walls in pen. Underneath her red pjs, she trembled. The words on the wall became more and more jagged as she finished her message on the white background. She still had so many things to look forward to. She wanted to finish college, find love, and even have kids. Her only dream was for others to look up to her. But now they couldn’t. Now that she had decided to take her own life. And this message would be the last thing her parents had to be proud of.

She wobbled though the small house and into its kitchen, the sweat on her bear feet sticking to the tiles on the floor. The cute cozy kitchen smelled of last night’s hot dogs. Oh how she was going to miss her older brother. He would always be so kind and supportive and that was a trait you didn’t find commonly in seventeen year old seniors. The long forgotten recollection of her parents laughing at the dinner table flooded her mind as she got out the de-boning knife. All she wanted was to hug her mother good bye and tell her sorry and make her smile, but she was only going to get back from her business trip later on that day. Then again even if she was there, she wouldn’t make her smile. Ever since her dad died, mom stopped smiling and started pushing Zoey further. But Zoey was always so kind and understanding.

Why was she like this? Why was she so passive and weak hearted? Her mom’s job had been too easy! She should have rebelled! Fought against her mother, fought for her right to own her life. And Nathan, he was no better! So freaken positive in the situations he didn’t understand. He had never been forced to succeed like Zoey had. He remained a child in his head. He was the favorite, even if she was better.

Rage boiled just beneath the skin, making her hand tremble. She was better than them. She was better than all of them! She could kill them all. But death was the same as life wasn’t it? Albert Einstein discovered E=mc squared to try and cure cancer. But people took his idea and twisted it, making the atomic bomb. And this theme of life equal death kept popping over and over again in history. Come to think about it, that was all she ever thought about in history. So killing them would be giving them life, bringing them into heaven quicker and ending their suffering. Then she would gulp down their old bodies as a sign that they had moved to a better place. Well, also, dead bodies tasted so good, like the dog had shown her.

She would be the wrath of God. When people died, that would mean more resourses for the others too! How had she not thought about this before? This was sure to make mom proud!

Shuffling was heard in the room she had previously been in as the sun rose into the sky. Yes, this was a sign. Her brother ran though the hall way, big feet thumping against the ground and brown hair a mess. Her brother would be the first she was going to save.

“Zoey!” He yelled as he tackled her into a hug, “How could you think like that! Suicide is never the right choice!” he said as he started crying with Zoey. But Zoey wasn’t crying anymore. She had long since stopped crying.

“Brother you have always been so kind to me.” she said as she gently pushed him away. Her eyes filled with understanding, her golden locks of hair pushed aside by her bother’s hand, revealing a small smile on her face.

“Please,” Nathan pleaded, “Think about what you’re doing.” The room was silent and the air was thick with suspense. And Nathan just pulled the dangerous girl into his arms once more.

“I did.” she said slowly, confirming that she was going to go though with this. She wrapped her arms around his neck, knife still in hand. “Brother, please do not think badly about me for what I am about to do is not fair in your eyes. But I love you. I love you so much, that you will be the first I save.” she said into his neck. “Have a safe trip into heaven, Nathan. You deserve it.”

Then she ran the knife deep into his neck, slicing though his nerves and stopping the pain from reaching his brain. This was a quick and painless death. No more pain for him. He was free.

The soulless corpse hung heavily against her body, too heavy for her to carry. She let the body fall and land with a thud on the ground. Now the feast could begin.

She took her knife and cut open his chest, throwing the pieces of skin across the room as she greedily, but carefully carved through carcass. The organs were the only good part, which was where the true flavor lies. Finally, she reached them and she ripped open the rib cage. Her hungry fingers gripped his heart and pulled it out, slashing the tubes of flesh that connected it to his body. Blood began to pour out of the heart and into her mouth. She pulled roughly at the heart’s tough skin with her teeth.

The lungs, turns out weren’t so good. So she chucked them at the front door. Pretty soon, the whole room was a new lovely color of red.

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All the while, there was a poor girl crying inside. Begging somebody to save her from this nightmare.

The nightmare where she woke up in a white space. Nothing there but herself at first. Zoey felt rain drops from the sky. She looked down at her feet and hands and realized it was blood. She blinked tears and saw her bother dead on the ground. Why? Why did this happen? What would her mommy say when she saw him dead? Her baby boy, her beautiful baby boy, dead on the ground as a victim of his own sister?

More tears came as she blinked, bringing more awful images. All her friends were facing her. All of them dead and looking at her with white eyes of hurt, all ripped apart and sewed together with their own blood. She took a step back and slipped on the blood, falling backwards. Black fingers pulled her down into the abyss behind her as she screamed and struggled to free herself. And it was from that cold darkness where she watched in horror as she killed so many people. She was handed over to undying perdition by her own mind.

(Author’s Note: Sorry its so long, I just felt like making it this long. So *puts on sunglasses* DEAL WITH IT.)