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Dangerous Psychos Feelings
I wipe at my tears, all my woes replaced by suspicion. I grab a notebook and pen and begin to write down all I know about the notes. They are always left at school, in my locker. I haven't found them anywhere else.Everything about this stalker is led by the school. Then whoever is giving them to me must go to school there too. But it still doesn't make sense. Why are they sending me these notes? Because they're fans of my dad? Because they want to scare me? Or is this just all some stupid prank? So someone can get their kicks out of making me paranoid?I tap my pen, which is it? Finding myself going no where, I grab all the notes from the drawer, completely ignoring my dads letter. I lay them out on my bed, side by side and evaluate them. The hand writing is all the same, so I know its all from the same person. I go through everyone who hates me, and list them down as potential suspects. Starting with the same people on my revenge list; Kensey, Lucas, Henry and Melanie. I think
Dangerous Psychos Bad Lucas
TRIGGER WARNING! TRIGGER WARNING. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION***The drive to his house is short, however every once in a while, I feel his gaze on me. It's unnerving. Usually he's spewing hateful words to make me feel like shit."What? If you have something to say, fucking say it." I eventually snap at him. Lucas isn't one to hold back, he isn't afraid to speak his mind. So what the fuck has got him so silent.He chuckles, the sound foreign to my ears, "Relax, shit. I was just gonna say you look like your in a 'fuck it all' mood." I snort."How'd you guess?" I droll out, turning to glare out the window. What I would give to be anywhere but here. I wonder what Ivy is doing? She's probably with the guys. I wonder if the missing item has anything to do with why they're not around."Your shit attitude." Lucas snorts back, bringing me from my thoughts.He pulls up into his driveway and turns off the engine. "Let's just hurry up, I need to get home after this." I slam his car door shut an
Dangerous Psychos Bad Lucas 2
TRIGGER WARNING PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION***I gasp for air, my hands clawing at his neck. "I'm going to ease off, okay?" He stares at me, his eyes dark. "If you scream again, I'll just knock you out and take you that way." He must see the horror on my face because he smiles. "You wouldn't want that, would you?" I shake my head, a sob escaping me. I don't want him touching me at all, but the thought of him doing that to me, limp and unconscious, sends cold ice through me."Good." His hand slowly releases my neck, as if testing to see if I would scream again. Satisfied with my silence, he lets go fully and trails his hand over my chest. "God damn rats, can't believe you let them defile you." He shakes his head at me like he's disappointed. His nose is on my neck again, his hands trailing over my waist and hips. With shaky breaths, I slowly lift my hand and reach into my back pocket.
Dangerous Psychos Definition
Define 'psychopath'. I frown. The word 'psychopath' is written in red, bold letters. It jumps out at me like a sore thumb, throbbing and painful. I slump back in my seat, knowing it's too much of a coincidence to not be a set up.I capture the attention of my desk mate, Emma. The girl with mousy brown hair cropped to her chin, and thick rimmed glasses peers over to read what my slip says. I sat next to her last semester, and I've never met anyone as nosy as her- that's a lie, though. The entire town of Bethany is nosy. Especially when it comes to me, the daughter of the infamous ‘preaching murderer’.Glaring, I pull it away from her view, nearly crushing it between my fingers. Her gaze raises to look at me, eyes widening into brown saucers before returning to her own slip of paper. "God damn, nosy bitch," I whisper, lips pursing in distaste. She squeaks, shifting further away from me.That's right, move away, I think, ignoring the small pinch in my chest. I wasn't always like this,
Dangerous Psychos Mandatory Therapy
With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths.Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song."It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue."I read that being a psychopath is hereditary," Kensey says while raising her hand. Her wide innocent eyes turn to me, and she smiles. Why the hell is everyone smiling?Maybe because their parent isn't a serial killer? "What are the chances that you're a crazy murderer too?" she asks.The image of walking into my fathers office after hours comes to mind. He was late to dinner, and I was worried he would over work himself along with th
Dangerous Psychos Delinquents
I pull open the church's door, and cringe. The main lights were turned off, leaving only the dimmed bulbs on the walls. I always thought the place looked creepy with the lights turned off. Like a haunting waiting to happen. I make my way to the kitchen in the back, reserved for the Sunday bread splitting and the holiday potlucks. I’m surprised to find the lights on, but the room is abandoned. Butter knives were left on the counters, and some sandwiches left unmade.With a sigh, I walk over and put the lids back on the peanut butter and jelly. I guess they just forgot to clean up after themselves. Mrs. Nolt has alsheimers, yet despite that she still helps out every Wednesday. When the room was back in order, I make my way back to the main hall. I know no one has left yet because their cars were still in the car park when I arrived, so they have to be around somewhere. Maybe Dad convinced them to stay for some other task, it wouldn't have surprised me if he did. Assuming they were prob
Dangerous Psychos Delinquents
Stone leans back against the trunk, one tattooed arm crossed over his chest while the other brings the cigarette to his lips. That boy is Satan's spawn with a mouth of broken glass that spit words meant to make people bleed. Being his neighbour doesn't stop me from being intimidated. Hearing him yell at his father, the crash of glass breaking… it only solidifies just how toxic he is. His dark, blue-tinted hair is shaved on the sides, leaving a messy tuff on top. Strands fall into his dark, onyx eyes. They pierce into me, sharp and unyielding. Before I was at the bottom of the food chain, I once witnessed him cutting a boy's cheek with the pocket knife he always has on him. I later found out he did it all because he was bored, and the boy was in the wrong place at the wrong time.Swallowing thickly, my gaze moves to the guy standing next to him, Haeden. Although mellow compared to Stone, he is just as scary. He glares at me with hooded, red strained eyes. His blue irises glow in the su
Dangerous Psychos I scream, You Scream
A scream tears from my throat, and I shoot up into a sitting position. The air is cold against my sweaty skin, and I frantically search my surroundings. My chest heaves as I struggle to control my breathing. It was just a nightmare, one that will plague my mind forever. I cry, the image of Mrs. Nolt imprinted into my brain. Her corpse sitting peacefully on the church pew. I run my hand through my brown hair, pulling at it as tears stream down my face. Around this time, grandma would have come in with some chamomile tea and a piece of chocolate. She's not here this time, having gone out with a friend to the casino in the city.It was just a nightmare. However, the thought doesn't calm my racing heart and shaking hands. I flip on the light switch, chasing away the dark shadows that taunt me, but it doesn't do anything about the ones inside my head. I sit back down on my bed and force myself to take a deep breath.One.Two.Three.I count all the way to ten until I hear loud banging com
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