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*Time Skip* 

I drag myself to my home. Blood was splattered on my t-shirt as I killed a few people. I didn't have no remorse, or guilt. I actually felt like I owned the world at that exact moment. I close the door, not making a sound. In my hand was a bottle of Aderall. I check my surroundings, hoping (Y/N) was asleep. 

I head upstairs to the bathroom. I try not making any noises.

*Itty Bitty Time Skip* 

I enter the bathroom, closing and locking the door. I take a knife out my trouser pocket. I lay the bottle of Aderall on the counter. I pull up my sleeves revealing the previous cuts I have on my arm. I used the knife as if I was painting a picture. Cutting myself wasn't painful at all. I've done it for a long time, I get use to the pain. But, pain and pleasure come hand at hand.

"Fuck." I murmured

As I cut, I fantasized about death and killing. The more I fantasized, the deeper I cut. I bite my bottom lip, yearning for more blood to seep out my skin. I laid my back against the wall, popping two pills in my mouth.

Calvin laid himself on the cold, bathroom floor. His eyes glared at the ceiling. His eyes burned with satisfaction. He felt like the aderall was kicking in. It's been long since it's been in his system. He must've been exaggerating since he had some last week. But, it seemed like he could think back. Think back to his heartbreaking childhood...

"Dad please don't pull the trigger!" Calvin's younger self says to his father 

"I love you son!" His father says, pulling the trigger 

"No! No! No!" Calvin yells, massaging his temples 

He gets up from the ground. He starts punching the wall with his fists. 

"Calvin!" You call out his name

"Fuck my life!" Calvin grunts as he continued punching the wall 

You tried opening the bathroom door, but it was lock. 

"Calvin unlock the door please." You say, tapping your foot impatiently 

"No! Leave me alone!" Calvin yells, throwing objects around the thin air 

You banged against the door, trying to open it. 

"Stop!" Calvin screams at the top of his lungs 

You slam yourself against the door, opening it. You see Calvin with scars all over his body. Tears fill your eyes as you hated Calvin doing this to himself. You walk towards him, hugging him tightly. Kisses roam around his body as tears streamed down your cheeks. 

"Calvin, please stop." You say soft as a whisper 

"There's no way you can stop me." Calvin coldly says, breaking the hug 

Your eyes take a quick glimpse of Aderall laying on the counter.

"Really Calvin? I thought you weren't taking anymore of this." You pick up the bottle of pills 

"Well..." Calvin scratches the back of his head 

You put your bare hands on Calvin's broad shoulders. Your eyes met with his as you tried making contact. 

"Calvin, please stop. I don't want nothing to happen to you. I got ears to listen to you. I have these arms to hug you tight. I have a mouth full of comforting words. I have heart ready to be yours." You say, feeling as if you were retching 

Not knowing what Calvin was going to say, sickened you the most. Calvin looked at you as if you were joking with him. 

"You don't really mean that." Calvin sniffs, sounding like he was going to bust out bawling any second

"I mean every word I say to your beautiful soul."

"Stop trying to make me feel better. Get the fuck out!" Calvin yelled, covering his face with the palm of his hands 

You take his hands away from his face, "Calvin. Listen to me." Your voice screamed out urgency, demanding him to listen to you 

His face was getting red as he gotten flustered.

"Tell me what's up. Be honest with me please. I don't want to be setting up a funeral for my boyfriend!" You exclaim, shaking Calvin. You were wanting to get your words to Calvin's mind

"I only want the best for you Calvin." You say getting closer to him 

You crash your lips against Calvin's plump lips. Your hand travels up to his hair, gripping it strongly. Calvin backs away. 

His eyes were filled with desperation of love. He lacked for love, not having the feel for love.

"If you only want the best for me, why not let me die in misery?" Calvin coldly asks you with seriousness traveling in his raspy voice 

Calvin dashes out the bathroom. You tried catching up with him. 

"Calvin!" You yell out his name, hoping for him to listen 

He doesn't answer you, continuing to sprint. Sprinting until he was out your sight. You ball your fists up, wanting to punch something. Anger built up inside you, flooding you with emotions. Was this your fault? You thought it was your fault Calvin behaved this way. There was no other way you thought of this situation. His words haunted you, causing you to feel trapped. It's terrifying to know your boyfriend is a sociopath...

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