Number One On The List

Time Is Near Here

The pain I felt whenever someone would touch me was unlike any other. At least inside my head. Or maybe it was my shitty little heart that almost wasn't there at all (or maybe it just felt like that). Time was near here. I remember walking over to her house and what came quickly after that was.. Different.

I pretty much beheaded him and had been blacked out the entire time. Daemon had found me and I was covered in blood and couldn't remember anything except the last thing I did. I was  practically mute except for repeating, "I don't know what I did" and trying to figure it out for myself. It felt like I was high and I could have been coming down off it. That's how hazy everything was. Blurry to the core.

Daemon took me home and I knew once he had cleaned me up he'd go over and probably apologize for me doing whatever in which I had assumed was most likely murder that little punk bitch Alex. I wondered if that Arnie punk would find out about it. Daemon did exactly what I thought he would. To a T. He did go over and was apologizing for my actions and he was going to come home and he would care for me. Especially knowing that my mental problems are more prominent than ever right now. I almost wished I could have felt bad about what I did, but I knew it best to have done it to him though.

He continued to do everything to a T and it was and wasn't really that surprising. Lately, I was feeling like I was somebody else and it made it feel like there was someone living inside of me which, I knew was impossible. Wynrie was such a  "basic emo/goth" girl while Rhaven was that goth and emo with a bit of country to her and that's what I felt was the thing that attracted her to me in the first place.  As well as how good of a person she was.

Besides, Daemon liked more of just the "emo/goth" thing and that seemed to be it. I saw that guy Arnie at Wynrie's as she was clearly heading to school. She usually liked to walk. I never did figure out her reason of why she walked everywhere she went, but that didnt mean I didn't  fantasize about doing it though. That I knew was something  Daemon was watching at this very moment from his bedroom window.

I couldn't help but watch for myself from my bedroom window and I could see that Rhaven had been doing the same from time to time. Maybe even every night. Arnie was making her obviously  uncomfortable and the longer it went on the more I felt like  there was a possiblity that my brother could break and destroy a few people.

I remember Daemon and K going to where they were and I remember having tied him to the back bumper of my car  (a black truck) and the front of one of my friends cars (a white Buick regal) and making it so both cars were going opposite ways so it tore him apart whilst dragging him across the road at an exceptionally high speed.

I had later found out that the other car had been driven by Daemon so he had finally lost his shit just like me. I felt bad because I was the older brother and I should have been protecting him better from the shit I was doing  and into. I did however know that he would end up finding a way to do it in the end because it was in our nature.