“I can’t wait to get home!”
It was my last day as a junior in high school, and I was ready to start my summer reading list.
Despite being a psychopath, the only people who really disliked me were the colleges who thought I’d kill someone or something stupid like that.
I was walking home when I saw a suspicious person following a woman.
Not sure if he was a threat, I kept them in eyesight, and he got closer.
I saw him draw a knife.
“LOOK OUT!!!”
She looked back and screamed. I tackled the man and fought with him. The woman was in shock.
“Get help!”
She nodded before running off, dialing 911.
I fought with the man before getting control of the knife, realizing I had control, he pulled out a gun, and I stabbed him, but he shot at me.
The bullet hit the blade and it launched into me. Because I stabbed his carotid artery, he started choking on his own blood and bystanders rushed to see if I was okay. Then one noticed my wristband.
He had a look of disgust, and then seemed to get an idea.
“Let’s pull out the knife and put pressure to staunch the bleeding.”
‘That would kill you!!!’
‘That was the point. This guy was aware of that, but the others weren’t.’
I was coughing out blood, so I couldn’t stop them, but they took out the knife and tried to stop the bleeding, but without the knife sealing the wound, they couldn’t stop it, and I heard the ambulance as I breathed my last...
‘So now you see why I want to destroy it?’
‘I do, but could you at least save the good ones?’
‘... I could try.’
‘How long has passed in that world.’
‘I don’t know, here it was a million years. There, it could have been 1 or 1 billion.’
‘I see, where is it? I’ll let you draw on my power.’
‘Alright, let’s see.’
‘Can we even get there?’
‘We can.’
She let me draw on her power and I warped us to the location I knew the world was.
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‘Let’s go in.’
‘Not so fast, we need a disguise.’
‘Use draconic shift. We should be able to disguise ourselves that way.’
‘Good idea.’
I disguised myself as a regular human that would easily get lost in a crowd, then we entered.
_
It was just like I remembered it.
I walked up to someone.
“Pardon me, but could you please tell me the date?”
“Oh, no problem, it’s 12/22/23.”
“Wow, Christmas is so close.”
“Yep, better get to gift shopping.”
‘Christmas?’
‘A holiday celebrating the birth of the human manifestation of this world’s God.’
‘This world’s?’
‘Well, I don’t know if He only controls here, but past my judgement, I’ve had no interaction with Him.’
‘Interesting.’
‘Yeah, but I can barely believe it.’
‘What?’
‘It’s only been a month since my death.’
‘Will staying here make us come back in like a thousand years?’
‘No, don’t worry, me being here puts our time at the same scale.’
‘Thank goodness.’
I saw a poster that shocked me.
The Truth of Psychopathy, the Story of Heather Orwitz.
‘Author Amanda Connington.’
‘Yeah.’
‘She told me that she’d be an author, but I never expected this,’
I was tearing up; Amanda wrote a book telling my story. It even had a photo of me smiling.
I entered a bookstore and created some dollars before buying the book.
I sat on a bench and read it. I teared up. She told everything, from when I was diagnosed, to when I was killed.
I read an interview with my mom.
“You know, it was tragic. People suddenly just started hating her. They say that monsters are born, not made. I saw what they did, and I think that she had every right to become a monster, but she didn’t. My baby cared for everyone, and I don’t care what they said, when one of the people who removed the knife to ‘save’ her is a doctor, I think we can classify that as murder, but they won’t talk about it. Why would they? She’s just another number in their book, but not to me... to me, she is my daughter, and... even if she was a psychopath, she was still the most loving person I ever knew.”
I was crying now, then a person walked by.
“Ah, reading that book, huh? Came out this week and already a bestseller.”
“Yeah, it’s sad.”
“It is, people really treated her so horribly.”
“Yeah.”
“I actually knew her... and I hate to admit, but when I did, I wasn’t nice. I wish I could have just apologized before her death, but I guess it’ll have to wait for me to go to the afterlife.”
“I suppose.”
The guy walked off and I moved on.
‘See? People can change.’
‘I... guess...’
‘Let’s go home.’
‘Ye-’
I froze.
Amanda was walking down the street.
‘Is that?’
‘Yes.’
‘Who’s that?’
‘I... don’t know.’
I followed quietly. Keeping quiet as the man got closer.
He pulled a gun.
“Look out!!!”
Amanda turned as the man shot, but I was faster than a bullet.
I caught it.
“What? Who?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, who are you?”
“A fan of your book.”
The man was in fact a woman.
“Hey, *****, I don’t know what kind of magic trick that was, but unless you want to get shot, move.”
“You really think you can hurt me?”
The woman shot, and the bullet bounced off of me.
“WHAT THE ****?!”
“Ms. Amanda, get the authorities.”
“G-got it.”
She was terrified, after all, she saw me take a bullet to the head with no damage.
“Now for you. Don’t try anything.”
“U-understood.”
She put her hands behind her, and the cops arrived to arrest her.
“We received notice that someone was also shot.”
“Yeah, that was me.”
“Mam, you aren’t hurt.”
“Yep.”
“So, who actually- HOLY ****”
I took the ladies gun and shot myself in the face.
The bullet bounced off.
“What... just happened?”
“She’s a monster!!!”
“Yes, I am, so what? I just saved Mrs. Amanda’s life, thank you very much.”
Amanda looked at me in confusion.
“You... seem familiar somehow.”
“I get that.”
I started walking quickly.
‘Why don’t you tell her...’
‘Because, if she knew what I became. The monster I am... she would hate me.’
‘...’
‘Let’s just go home.’
We returned to the world I made, and I sat in Understanding’s castle.
I cried.
Rose didn’t jeer.