Am I Psychopath Mga Nobela at Kwento

But after Papa, after tonight, I don’t have the strength. His footsteps echo as he approaches, each click of his shoes deliberate. He pulls the gun again, the barrel gleaming as he taps it lightly against my forehead. My jaw tightens. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” My voice cuts low, sharp. “Me on my knees. You’re sick. Twisted.” His lips curve faintly, not quite a smile. “You think I’m crazy.” “No.” My eyes lock on his, unflinching. “I think you’re a psychopath.”

Squeezing my eyes shut briefly, another tear escaped. They stood there trying to fix it, but nothing. The man beside me tsked, his eyes on his watch, before they dragged up to meet mine, and I froze. His eyes had no form of life in them, almost as though they belonged to a corpse. Who hurt him? Who made him this way? I wondered. Have you ever heard of psychopaths? Isabella, some people don't need someone to hurt them or get evil. Some were born evil, just like him.

Humored him, and he found me insane but after finding out about the deaths he had caused that night he found me, I know there is no limit for that man nor does he understand what that word means. There is not much to go on about him but I had spent weeks learning about the people he had killed, how merciless he was. He was probably an undiagnosed psychopath with his obsession of causing chaos no matter where he went and my behavior of doing the same must be familiar to him so he will see me as a kindred soul. He has to. Fucking has to.

Peter became increasingly perplexed by his boss's behavior, which he thought displayed signs of a mental disorder. Felix's character seemed akin to that of a person with multiple personalities. Indeed, all this time, he had perceived Felix's character as somewhat psychopathic. Felix appeared to derive great pleasure from seeing his opponents helpless before him without regret. However, on several occasions, Peter had observed Felix consulting a psychiatrist. Still, Felix had never disclosed the results of those medical evaluations to him.

It was as if I lost myself in him, his gaze brought me peace, and that I would never deny. 一 Now it's my turn 一 He woke me up from the trance and put his last scoop of ice cream in his mouth, how had he finished everything so fast? 一 What is the real college you want to do? 一 I wanted to try psychiatry 一 I was honest, I was never interested in business or law, my dream was always to be a psychiatrist. 一 This is good and new to me, but why? 一 I wanted to understand how the human mind works, it's curious to me.

That was also the reason why she hurt Spencer and acted like she didn't care about the world. And that mental disorder is psychopathic disorder, which is something I fear – that we may have psychopathic disorder. The truth is, because we can't control our emotions and actions, we might end up crazy, and that's what scares me. I'm afraid of becoming crazy like those with psychopathic disorder. I was sweating profusely and panting heavily as I fell to the ground after punching and kicking the punching bag that eventually turned into a kick bag. As I landed on the ground, my pet kissed the cold floor.

“The only thing that man loves more than himself is this pack and the power. He woudnt let her destroy that.” “Maybe she’ll kill him after he does what she wants.” I muttered, my mind completely blank. This is what happens when you’re dealing with a psychopath. I can’t believe I ever thought I was anything like her. I’m not a saint. But I’m definitely not a psychotic killer like her either.

Psycho..He's a psycho. A real psycho indeed. I clenched my fist. "You, should be dead." I whispered. "Everyone tells me that." He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. I pointed the gun in front of me aiming right at his heart. "Now i don't think you should be pointing the gun at me right now." "Why shouldn't I? You're a psychopath. You are a danger to everyone in Mexico. Who knows who your next target is, how many people's lives you'll endanger next and how many victims will die because of your sick brain. " I scowled.

"Why?" I shrug. "Because I've always found the concept of human existence interesting. You are not the only one who sees me as a psychopath, you know. I've been diagnosed with the trait since I was nine, so it's nothing new," I smirk, watching the color drain from her face. Her lips part, and she puffs out a breath, shaking her head like she pities me. "You really should get checked again. People like you shouldn't be allowed on campus. You're dangerous to humanity. Even your thoughts are dangerous. You don't deserve to be here."

Every day we fight on the same matter. That I don’t fulfill my responsibilities. Technically I do but in my own way. Which in Dad’s words is disrespect towards him. But his words don’t matter to me. In fact, no one matters to me because I’ve been like this, indifferent and cold since childhood. People call me a sociopath because I hate people, they call me a psychopath too because I lack feelings. I am immune to emotions so maybe hybrid would be a better term to name me.