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by HanZ
Rated: 13+ · Other · Death · #2174533
A short story of a sociopath dealing with he emotions

Nothing. Absolutely nothing came to my mind. I feel nothing. All there is is darkness in my pit less heart. Most if not everything about my life are thoughtless murder. Emotions are unnecessary. I have lost all that along with my child hood. I do not understand what it means to love or be loved. From the age of 15 I was raised under special surveillance. Locked up never to see the lightness of day. I was deemed as too dangerous for society. The 5 by 5 meter room was my entire world. In my cage I did not know what my purpose is or the reason I exist. I forgot the brightness of the day and comfort of people. The darkness became my friend, and I was all I had. Nobody else mattered, for all I cared nobody else existed. The only thing that stopped me from destroying myself was remembering the happiest moments in my life. Putting a dagger in my father throat. The sky light up in a streak of red. A smile for once formed on my mouth. Oh, the sweet bliss memories.

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