Little Psycho

The word Psychopath is associated with mental and personality disorder, but that is far from the truth. I am a normal man or as normal a person can get.

I am the owner of a private company that is currently going through its heyday. I arrived at my office an hour early in an expensive suit that is worth more then some people's cars. A cup of coffee is the only enjoyment that I can have to start my morning before the rest of those retards who I call employees began to arrive one by one.

I had no choice but to shake their disgusting hands with a smile on my face as if I was pleased with there work and contributions to the company. Bah! They should be thankful that I had given them their jobs otherwise they would be homeless nobodies rotting on the streets.

A commotion just had to be started at 10 AM in the morning. Unbelievable! Could these people get any more incompetent? Outside the office, a group had gathered in a corner ignoring the phones that continued to ring.

As I approached them everyone looked at me with fear, admiration, and respect in their eyes but today it was tainted with a certain Grief. They stepped aside letting me see.

It was the pretty redhaired girl from the accounting, she had collapsed on the ground into other women's arms.

"She is still having trouble coping with her loss Sir. It's been three days and she hadn't been able to sleep; therefore, her performance had dropped considerably." My secretary whispered.

"I See," I answered with barely a hint of emotion in my eyes.

Pathetic, everyone in this crowd is pathetic, every single one of them to encouraging this wretched display.

The poor girl is in pain, but what is a pain. The physical sensation caused by an illness or injury or the chemical stimulation of the chemicals in the body. Out of the millions of the beating hearts in the world you let yourself cry for one. Perhaps this is what makes us different after all. I don't let emotions get in the way. That is why I will always be better than the rest.

Ahh! But the show must go on as they say.

"Bring her some flowers" I ordered the secretary with a voice loud enough that everyone can hear. I walked towards the women, bend down, raised her chin, and held her hand. Allowing her eyes to meet mine, Beautiful, so beautiful, and so naïve I whispered to myself.

"I am sorry for your loss, why don't you take the month off with a paid vacation." I gently said to the girl. But she just had to wrap her arms around my neck. Yuck! That spite and snot just had to taint my suit. Now I have no choice but to burn them.

"Thank you, Sir, Thank you." The girl muttered again and again.

The crowd around began muttering and praising at my generosity. Too easy I said to myself. Perhaps this girl won't mind the company tonight. How easy that would be!

Just as I was about to pack and go home for the day. The police barged into my office with guns drawn. Everyone was in shock and panic, but I was calm as if this had nothing to do with me.

They called out my name and told me that I was under arrest of Mr. Adams. Ahh! They must be speaking about the husband of that redhaired girl that I consoled early in the morning.

I could still remember the expression on his face as he chocked in my hands, how he begged for his life as the last sliver of his life left his body. It was fun, never have in my life have I felt so alive.

You may ask why did I committee such a murder. When perhaps I thought someone fat and ugly like him didn't deserve a wife like that pretty girl. Perhaps I didn't like the way he spoke, his clothes or another trait that I might have hate. But It doesn't matter anymore.

Now here I am rotting away in this prison for the last five years of my life just because of a careless mistake of leaving a fingerprint behind. You would think that they would not release a psychopath so soon. But, no worries, when you have power and money you can even turn the whole world upside down and no one will bat an eyelash.

But a careless mistake is all that it will take to end your life. It's been five years, I wonder how that girl is doing. I would enjoy the look on her face when I pay her a visit. But things don't always go the way you want it too.

After all, who would have thought that the girl would be the first one to pay me a visit on the day of my release. All those plans of spending the entire week with her on an abandoned island gone down the drain.

Well Do I regret any of it, well it doesn't matter anymore I think we will never know… ha ha ha hahahahhahahahahaha (Hysterical laughter)