Am I Psychopath Novels & Stories

“He was flagged in a couple of psychiatric trials as a subject. Years ago. Something about dampened affect response. Detachment disorder. Closest label would be primary psychopathy with elevated mimicry traits.” I frowned. “English, please.” The man chuckled, dry. “He doesn’t feel much, not guilt, not empathy. But he’s learned to fake it. Really well. A social chameleon. The kind who mirrors emotions instead of feeling them. They can pass as normal for years—decades—until one crack shows.” The air in my lungs felt colder. Denser. “Thanks,” I said, and hung up. It didn’t make me feel better. If anything, it confirmed what I already feared.

While he was gone, my mind went back to Alessia and I sighed. “ Well, I'm not sorry, Bunny.” I clicked my tongue. Soon, Banks and Dragon walked in and I smirked darkly. “ Hello brother.” Banks flashed me a smile, the one that doesn't reach his eyes. In terms of psychotic behaviour, I will give it to Banks. He is a psychopath who covers up with a smile. I might be more dangerous than he was because I never hide my psychotic behaviour, but he does. He hides it under the façade of his smile.

Because I’m most certainly the last person on earth she could ever fall for. On one hand she despises my very soul after everything I’ve just put her through; and I have a feeling that I will keep screwing with her because I know myself too damn much, and on the other hand I’m not the kind of man that a girl like her should ever think about falling in love with. Because I will only end up breaking her heart and hurting her more than anyone else in this world. It’s just who I am. And no matter how much I claim I can change, one thing remains. I’m still a psychopath and that is a characteristic I can never get rid of.

he said from the other end. “And that prompts the murder?” I asked confusedly. “No, he has an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and also some criminal acts that are caused by curiosity, he is a psychopath. The psychiatrist that diagnosed it, said that it was inherited from someone in his family,” he said from the other end. “Mark, what causes the murder?” I asked impatiently.

I agree I'm sick from the mind and I have lost all my insanity and humanity to have Aiyla with me for the rest of my life. Since the first day, I saw her I was going crazy for her; imagining her I have fucked myself so many times. Slowly she became like a poison and my drug that I can't even live without taking an ounce. I needed her in my life for my selfish reason, since the first day I wanted to cage her and never let go. I know I'm a psychopath, pathetic to kill her every day by torturing her and that's what I want, that's what I wanted to do only by killing her from inside will she ever be with me and only with me.

Why didn't I get caught despite all the killing? I got my answers when I met a member of a society that aimed to protect people with a psychopathic disorder. Yes, I have a psychopathic disorder. And that's why I always wanted to kill someone. Because I felt like I was going insane, I visited a psychiatrist. However, I was proven wrong about thinking that the voices in my head were driving me crazy. It turns out that what I am experiencing is not just an ordinary mental breakdown, but rather Psychopath Disorder. According to my doctor, this disorder is characterized by a loss of self-control, causing a person to act like an insane individual and kill someone without hesitation.

' I said and try to make eye contact again. 'You know I can help you. This why I am sitting here, just to help you. Just to heal you so that you can get mentally stable.' I said. He looked up again and yelled, 'I. Am. Not. A. Psychopath.' He finally opened his fist and stood up.

I stare sideways at him with a grin. He sighed, giving me a pity-look, just the one I hated the most. "You find me pitiful?" My tongue roll over my teeth in a scoff. "No, you're a psychopath," a laugh that lasted only a second burst out of his lips. "You're lonely, but you sure have one weird way of solving that.. i only sympathize with your victim and the reporters that thinks they've got a big scoop everytime it happens when they're just pawns on your chess board,"

If I had spent my time playing, I would've died already. That's just how horrible my life is. And that's why I am a psychopath. There are a lot of other psychopaths around the globe. It's either they decided to be one because of traumas, or they were born with it. I felt a hand on my left thigh, softly brushing its thumb. "Why are you touching me?" I asked Jameson. "You look so depressed. I'm just comforting you," Jameson replied. I looked at his hand softly, gripping my thigh, and I held his hand.

I could still hear my voice echo faintly around us. I couldn't hold it back anymore, it had to be said. This man was a psychopath, a sadist, a deranged cult leader, he was everything in the book that was wrong. I makes me wonder what happened in his life made him the way he is now. No one is just born with a mindset like this, it's disturbing and upsetting that these were his beliefs that he stands by. Ian looks calmly to me. His expression was completely relaxed, which scared me. But I stand by every word I said.