Am I Psychopath Novels & Stories

“So if you’re his girlfriend, I hope you tell him he needs to come see me; he can’t run away from this forever.” "Run away…?" I babbled. What was she talking about? “I see that you don’t know your boyfriend that well, do you, dear?” She said it to me, but it wasn't like she was scolding me. “Peter needs psychologist support; he has antisocial personality disorder and high levels of psychopathy,” the psychologist said. “The fact that he is out there without psychological support and without taking his medication puts everyone around him in danger. You have to try to convince him to return to the appointments; otherwise, he could get lost for good.”

I raise my shoulders and let them fall, “Perhaps you go ask him as soon as he’s done cleaning the blood in his hands. Let’s hope he doesn’t have to re-clean because of your blood.” “Then why hasn’t he killed you?” she asks, swallowing hard. “Duh! Because he thinks it’d be more fun if he kills me when I begin to believe the absurdity that he wouldn’t,” I retort, pressing my lips together. Jane looks at me in disbelief, “Why do you think this way?” “I’m thinking in the perspective of a psychopath,” I say truthfully. I once read in a book that psychos think very differently. “A-Jun is no psychopath,” Jane argues, and I hiss.

People with antisocial personalities are highly impulsive and aggressive, have no sense of shame and are unable to accept or be accepted by society. "I, too, am a sociopath," he says with a laugh. "I have never been born with such things as conscience and shame, and I am very likely to become a murderous criminal because of my ability. Don't you think I'd be better off finding my own kind and using them as guinea pigs to pass the time, rather than doing something worse?" Looking at Madman's dark green eyes and weird totem tattoos, I shuddered. It dawned on me that Madman, if he really was mad, was only as mad as Hansel.

I mumbled out to myself and tried to stop my racing heart, but nothing I do could make my damn mind forget how close he was, and how I freaking literally wanted him to be closer Ugh, maybe the real psychopath in the end is me! I was the real psychopath after all....

It was soft, full and I really liked holding onto it whenever he was fucking me. “I was diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder when I was a teenager. I'm a psychopath. I deal with PTSD. So I was very aggressive and violent when I was growing up. Any slight provocation could lead to my killing someone. I beat up people at school and killed people who annoyed me. It started with me killing animals. I killed mom’s cat.” He let out a small laugh. His eyes were still closed.

I just need to force myself to get even stronger and get out of here. I am thinking, Why is this psychopathic hopelessness? Ah, I forgot that psychopaths are half crazy. I wanted to ask; why would he want to mess with people’s lives? “You must be wondering why I mess with people’s lives? So what if I play? “ I blinked many times, and then I still managed to smile awkwardly. I can’t believe this psychopath can read my mind with one guess. I can’t keep up with this guy because there’s no guarantee that he won’t kill me. With a deep breath and then let out slowly, “Help!” I shouted out loud.

he says and I looked at him confused. "What?! Dante this is Isabella. You two loved each other. You adored her" I tell him. It is his drunk mind talking. "I can't love anyone. I am a sociopath,I am mentally ill,I have ASPD. I was diagnosed with this as child. I hate people, people make me sick, that is how I programmed to be. I am not a good person,I don't deserve love" he says taking another swing of the whiskey. "Okay that is enough " I tell him and take it from his hand.

a short sentence that is enough to answer all the questions that arise in my mind, Now, they are the strongest candidate I suspect to be the psychopath.

His face twitches in a vicious laugh. "Shut up, you insane psychopath !" "Psychopath ? I see myself more as a complex man. Pampered, selfish, vain and fucking indifferent, yes, but a psychopath, no”. "I see a bad moon arising". I begin. "Really ? Singing ? Now ?"

Ransom “The bastard son I raise ended up being nothing like me, but in you I see it. You have no empathy for those around you. No pesky feelings of sympathy. You can’t love. Everyone is just a pawn in your life, a useful tool to benefit you. Otherwise, you would have no use for anything. Your psychological diagnosis is all that I’ve hoped for, a true psychopath, like me,” Gerhardt Fuchs says like some demented, proud father.