Stress and the Pyschopathic Mind

by

RockTheRain

10:17am

She should be walking out right about now. Where is she? She always leaves about now. What could she possibly be doing in there?

10:18am

Where the hell is she?

I walk over to the coffeeshop window, peering in through the glass. What I see makes my heart stop.

There she is. With another man.

I hear my knuckles crack with pure, raw anger as I continue looking on. Shaking out my hand, I reach into my coat pocket, pulling out a rubber stress relief ball, and squeezing it until I thought it would explode. My therapist recommended it, saying it would help with my anger.

It wasn't helping much at the moment.

How dare she?!?! She belongs to me. Not that...boy.

I feel as If I should do something right that second, yet I stay still. Squeezing my rubber ball. Watching.

It's time.

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6:13 PM

I stay outside, hidden in the cover of darkness that falls between a few bushes, and her car.

Her car.

I smile to myself knowingly. It will be mine soon, too. As will she. Officially, that is. She already is mine as far as I'm concerned.

It's now 6:15. Time to make my move.

Gathering my thoughts together, I walk towards the her door at an even pace, taking calm, even breaths. I knock.

She answers.

God, she's so perfect. Everything about her. Her smooth porcelin skin, pouty red mouth, and golden brown mane.

Yet that doesn't even compare to her gorgeous eyes. Her emerald, glittering eyes.

Without another thought, I speak.

"Hello, I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering If you would like to donate to the local childrens hospital?"

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It's been 3 months since that night, and everything went perfectly. She fell for every smile, every word.

And I couldn't be happier.

I lay in bed beside her, my arms wrapped around her possesively.

As they should be.

It turns out that the man she was talking to was her brother, who was visiting from out of town.

He was supposed to go home the next day.

Unfortunately, his body was found in some nearby woods the next day. The investigators had said they had found what looked like a rubber ball lodged in his throat, causing him to choke to death.

Pity.

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Fin?

o.O