In the mind of a psychopath

Author notes: I found a notebook of stories I wrote in the fifth grade last weekend... I was amazed by not only what a gory imagination I had, but also how badly my logic at the time was flawed. this one in particular was rather disturbing to know i could have such ideas at age ten... lol. if i recall correctly we had just finished learning about mummies when i wrote this. I also remember my older brother reading this, getting very upset, telling my father about it, and my dad commanding me to write a "nice story." Lol. This story appears exactly as it did in my notebook.

I'm mad.1

It doesn't take much to make me mad. Sometimes, all people have to do is say my name in a certain tone, and I snap.2

When I'm mad, I get out of control. When I'm out of control, I'm dangerous. When I'm dangerous, you better stay out of my way.3

Just take a look under my bed. That's proof.4

My name is Aubrey Lee. I am not your usual girl.5

For starters, I keep a knife in my bookbag at school. Just in case.6

I also know about how long people can breathe with a knife stuck in their throat. I know exactly where a person's jugular is. Through experience and trial and error.7

How many fourteen-year-olds do you know that know this?8

Everyone says I'm smart for my age. Too smart. Well, they're right. If you're not smart in this world, you don't know. And if you don't know, you don't live.9

I don't look any different from other kids. I wear the same type of things they do. I have ordinary oily blond hair and ordinary brown eyes. I have ordinary zits like any kid my age.10

But I'm different. Stronger. Smarter. More powerful.11

I think in circles. That is always the way I think and talk. It's like I just pick a subject at random every ten minutes and change every other ten minutes.12

As I'm saying, I'm mad. I wouldn't be if it weren't for that rat Tiffany Powell. Tiffany dropped her dollar. I picked it up, and just because I didn't give it back to her and had no intention of doing so, she turned around and told the hall monitor. I got lunch detention.13

Now I'm mad. And it's her fault.14

Well I have to show her. Fix her. Show her that she can't rat on me and expect me to leave her alone. She has to pay, to know who's boss.15

I'm boss.16

Well what to do, what to do? Tiffany can swim. She has a very thick skull, so an ax in the brain wouldn't do.17

I'll decide tomorrow.18

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I called Tiffany the next day and asked her if she'd like to come to my house. She said yes.20

She isn't smart. She doesn't know.21

I can't let her live now.22

She walked to my house, and that stupid girl didn't tell her parents. Didn't even leave a note.23

I know, because I checked. My plan wouldn't work otherwise.24

Tiffany came, and we went to my room. She sat on my bed and made a face.25

"What's that weird smell?" she asked.26

I shrugged. She went to my dresser and started playing with my hair stuff. I tolerated it. She wouldn't be here long, after all.27

She held up one of my necklaces, the thick, silver chain one.28

"Will you put this on for me, Aubrey?"29

"Of course," I said, starting to smile. This was my chance. No indeed, Tiffany wouldn't be here long.30

I took it from her and draped it around her neck. I crossed it and pulled so it tightened around her neck.31

"Hey," Tiffany said, "what are you doing?" I could see her face in the mirror. It was starting to get suspicious.32

"Helping you," I said, squeezing it tighter.33

"Ow! That hurts! Aubrey…" Tiffany squealed.34

"Don't worry, dear. Almost finished," I pulled as tight as I could. Her eyes bulged out, and she choked as the chain dug into her throat. She tried to speak, but I just kept pulling it tighter until her face was purple and she couldn't breathe.35

When she stopped breathing, I cut open her stomach and took out all her organs except her heart, the center of her soul. Surprise! She had one. I took out her brain (another surprise) and threw it away. Then I sewed her back up.36

Boy was this a day of surprises. She looked pretty good compared to what she usually looked like. I was doing her a favor.37

I painted her fingernails and toenails gold and wrapped her up in toilet paper, which I sprinkled with perfume. Then I stuffed her under my bed with all the other mummies… the boy who's been missing for a month… my math teacher… the kid on the bus who wouldn't let me sit with him… and a few others.38

You know, just last week my mom noticed a funny smell in my room. Today she's asking me to clean out under my bed.39

Maybe she'll be next.40 Author notes

I found a notebook of stories i wrote in the fifth grade last weekend... i was amazed by not only what a gory imagination i had, but also how badly my logic at the time was flawed. this one in particular was rather disturbing to know i could have such ideas at age ten... lol. if i recall correctly we had just finished learning about mummies when i wrote this